You are catcher of dreams
Seine was salt many nights
Is it really or seems?
There is fish only one
But is golden fish scales?
Leave on sand it to dry
You don't take it from seine
Don't let go to sea
No one move, see her eyes
And somewhen you will see,-
Will the scales reflect
Light of Sun? Look at sea
Depth her eyes isn't black
Did you see somewhen fish
Which can loud so speak?
And you know, the snake
Can to go through seine,
Skin is cold, skin is sleek
But your toes inland
Get bogged down in sand...
Did you beg be somewhen
Fisherman?
Fisherman
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