The sea loved the salt
He loved her, he did
He brought her gifts of men
In return, in his waves she hid
He died every night
So in the morning she could rise
Embraced by sun and wind
Until a pillar white to the eyes
Day and night this strange exchange
Until time and time it has come to be
The sea loves the salt
But the salt does not need the sea

-Chiseche

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