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The wind that brings salt to its shore
And the walking of the fish, I hear
I listen to the seaweed talking
And the weeping of the mussels
Love has a wing, and it is red
It gets pierced
Blood flows
It has a wing
Poison-green — Kuru

I come alive with the wind
That carries the salt of the sea to my shore
I feel how the fish swim
And hear the talk of the anemone
And sense the weeping of the mussels.
Love has a wing drenched in red
The sea
Drips blood
It has a wing
Green as poison — Freely & Dawe

The wind that bears the salt to the shore,
I hear the swimming of the fish
I listen to the seaweed talking amongst themselves,
To the mussels weeping.
There is a wing of love, it is red
it is pierced,
blood flows,
There is a wing
Poison greenish. — Mirabile