|Verse - 10|
| A certain young Sea-Voyager, |
Came up to the Pier and told
His Cheeky Friends this Torried Tale:
The Waters of the Deep were nice and warm,
Covered with streaks of Blue and Green.
The Early Morning Clouds, aye, like Doves fluttered
Travelled towards the Stream.
As I started to set sail . . .
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|Verse - 1|
| I would like to find my Quintessence; |
But where is HE? In a Place called HEART,
Where the Dove perched high above the Tree
Would someday in its Instinct land upon my Knee. . . .
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