As the great sun monarch rises
above the ever-changing sea,
I walk across the swirling waves.
The Three Graces visit me,
me more graceful than they.
I gaze at Helios
riding 'round the round earth
on his sun chariot,
a fiery stallion harnessed.
A drifting figure is what everyone sees,
shining brighter than a star,
more beautiful than anything on earth or off.
The golden sand crumbles under my feet,
and I see!
I see a glass bottle,
rocking forlornly in the waves.
An old paper flies out,
and into my hand,
with its secret.
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