Beauty things sing to me as a chorus
As a flock of wild seas sway before us
Hail as a hand is my mail
The thrush is my love and the whale is a snail

Sailors dance in a trance on the ocean
Fairy lights in her eyes tame the water
With the morn we mount and ride
Pilgrims of summer, the swift is our guide

Dazzle dawn man mouthed with a smile
Calls him Cloud Lord, stay for a while
You make us smile

Beauty things sing to me as a chorus
As a flock of wild seas sway before us
Hail as a hand is my mail
The thrush is my love and the whale is a snail

Dazzle dawn man mouthed with a smile
Calls him Cloud Lord, stay for a while
You make us smile

Dazzle dawn man mouthed with a smile
Calls him Cloud Lord, stay for a while
You make us smile
[Spoken]
In conclusion I'd like to point out that this unpleasant mess did not indicate that the treatment was incorrect, there are no failures in psychoanalysis because from each experience such as this we learn, the more we learn, the more we grow and the more we grow