

We found her sun-bleached body where the white-capped breakers greet the shore
With their solemn sighs: "Four fathoms, five, four fathoms more"
And we will lift her up
We will lift her body up!
Like a gleaming, white-hot silver orb
We will lift her up!
We will lift her body up!
Like a gleaming, white-hot silver orb!
Where white-capped breakers greet the shore
The skiеs will open up
And sun-drenched clouds will part likе doves!
The skies will open up
And sun-drenched clouds will part like doves!
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