In the foam's escape
An opal
In a jar
But the demiurge waves were so brutal
That it slipped away for another stop
From my joy, I would have seen it
As a carrier
As a deceiver
Victim of a chance
Of a watery illusion
Leaving dreamy bitterness
In the pale water
We set sail
Like on a watercolor
Good heavens, how it hurts me
In the pale water
We set sail
Like on a watercolor
Good heavens, how it hurts me
In the pale water
Seagulls mocked my attraction
To the stranded pebble
Then evaporated in a sweep
Of their fleeing pride
For the gallant Indies
My opal
I now only have you in images
Without tribute
A hope in shipwreck
A story in mirage
I only have you in images
In the pale water
We set sail
Like on a watercolor
Good heavens, how it hurts me
In the pale water
We set sail
Like on a watercolor
Good heavens, how it hurts me
In the pale water

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