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 She lets fall her hand white like the colour of jade. She rolls up the awning, she sees the wide sky, And the sea-water waving its vacant blue. "The sea shall carry my dreams far away, So that you shall be sorry at last for my sorrow. If the South wind only knew my thoughts It would blow my dreams till they got to the Western Island." [ 126 ]