الكلمات الأصلية
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I spent the flight of my days
spying the sea
I love every waving thing
When I smiled
my teeth were mysterious
there are waves in my soul
The edge of my clothes
was salty and fresh
I love every waving thing
Speak to me of my death
so that I feel a reason to remember
Today I'm afraid of having been
