The wind so fresh, the sky so high, awake the gibbons wailing cry; the isles clear-cut, the sand so white, arr…

The wind so fresh, the sky so high, awake the gibbons wailing cry; the isles clear-cut, the sand so white, arrest the wheeling sea-gulls flight.

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