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My heart is oceanic
I move with the moon
Violent and dark my waves
At night I reach deep shores

My heart is an ocean
On which love can thrive
We value diamonds more
We value colored stones

What is all around us
What is essential, we take for granted
Red water on which love can survive
But, we value diamonds more

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