Как по будет the sail is whitening alone in a blue obsuriti of sea what did it leave in country own? what does it wahtso far to see the wind is strong, the mast is creaking, the wave is playing with the but not a fortune is it seeking, nor from this fortune is its way. by it a stream is bright as azure by beams of sun it's warmed and blessed but it is seeking gales as treasure, as if the tempests give a rest
