Ocean Dust Wind
Lays low like the sound of a singing bird
Flying through the openings of the hub
Why can't the sky see what's only below it
Standing so high it has no one to show it
Open up your eyes to see what is near
But be aware of the oceans so dear
They seem like luck but will pull you in
So deep that you won't be able to stand
Lays low like the oceans wind
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