The Altantic
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Let me breathe the salty air of the sea
To remove the foul one of the city
Where my lover resides
I watch the gulls fly around my head
As I give them the leftover bread
And go into the Altantic
To be blessed by its coldness
Walking along the shore
I think of my love in a cold-water flat
Breathing that polluted wind from the factories
That washes their lungs with coal
I bathe them with thissea breeze
As I pulled them out of the city
My soul is renewed
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