Port
The seagulls wore the sailors’ hats
Soaring in the cloud
Shouted the sail forward
The tall and blue mast
Shaking the wind of triumph
The sun in thousands’ candle lights
Listened to the voice of their tranquil and clear wings
The small red flag of the ship guided the sailing directon
Docked the port
A dream of the Pacific
The hawker pushed a cart full of golden citrus to peddle
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