Wanderer

The sea is blue,

The port is small,

I think of you,

I hear you call;

The sky is wide,

The wind is warm,

Please be my guide,

I mean no harm;

The streets are calm,

Large slabs of stone,

Heart in my palm,

I roam alone.

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