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I surge the tune
I give rise to the wave amplifying the wings,
When the wing breakes down
I sink in the deep ocean.
Again I rise and surge the tune
I cross the river, the ocean, the horizon
I play with the mountain on sprinkling the water.
In the vehicle of the stream
Again I surge the tune to the beat of fountain rain,
I run on this trip with the delight of no bar
Thus is my voyage of all day affair.