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At times,
when the sun is high,
there is a shimmering.

Look over the breathing water;
see the dancing sunlight
weave with the blowing wind.

The sails softly whipping
cast shadows gently flickering.

In the distance,
where the land is soft,
there is a shimmering.

Look over the shifting sand;
see the dancing sunlight
weave with the blowing wind.

The grass softly waving
casts shadows gently swaying,

And everything is
standing,
moving,
staying.

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