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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