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Guys, where’s the sea? |
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Roaming around Lviv, you can see some evident
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...shoals of dolphins
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...or loaded ships,
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| ...a sailer struggling through the waves
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| ...or just being prepared to leave the harbour
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...strange fish,
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| ...and even the Master of the Seas
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| And when you suddenly find yourself in the street,
the name of which blows upon you the smell of salt water and fish,
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| ...and the city submits you a message provoking to weigh an anchor,
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| ...and a mysterious vessel appears for a moment behind a windowpane,
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| you start asking yourself – so, where’s the sea?
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Here?
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Or, maybe, there?
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Where? No answer… Guys, where’s the sea?
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