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There's a thin sea drifting |
| Behind the reed mud | |
| where the waves keep rolling out -- | |
| the vast dryland moans. | |
| Achter het rietslik | Hinter dem Rohrschlick, |
| waar de golven uitrollen -- | wo die Wellen ausrollen -- |
| kermt het droge land. | stöhnt das Trockenland. |
| Allured, enchanted | |
| by the murmur of its voice -- | |
| Sea, sea everywhere. | |
| Verleid, gegrepen | Verführt, gefesselt |
| door haar zacht bruisende stem -- | vom Geräusch seiner Stimme -- |
| Zee, overal zee. | Meer, Meer überall. |
| Composer Brouwer, Niels | 5-7-5 | ||
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