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On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. The
infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is
boisterous.
On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts
and dances.
They build their houses with sand and they play with empty
shells.
With withered leaves they weave their boats and
smilingly float
them on the vast deep. Children have their play on the seashore of
worlds.
They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets.
Pearl fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while
children gather pebbles and scatter them again. they seek not for
hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets.
The sea surges up with laughter and pale gleams the smile of the
sea beach. Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the
children, even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle.
The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea
beach.
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. Tempest roams in
the pathless sky, ships get wrecked in the trackless water, death is
abroad and children play. On the seashore of endless worlds is the
great meeting of children.
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