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I made a reservation a window to run away

I made a reservation a window to run away.
A Fisherman is driving the mountains from afar.
I flushed a very small white sea.
The water flow did not come inside.
A men lifted the whale with a landing net and sliced it so thinly.
Whale flushes are crisp because of hard wind.
Every time you appear in my dreams, you become more and more kind
I ran across the water instead of crossing the window.
It was not a sandy beach but stone path
Anyway, the same.
We seem to be a bit reconciled.

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