It Took Place At The Sea

 
 
     It took place at the sea, in the foam of the ocean,
     Where the carriage of city rarely arrives.
     In the tower of a palace the queen was playing Chopin,
     And to sound of Chopin the page fell in love.

     It was all very simple, it was all very dear:
     The page asked him to cut pomegranate in half,
     And she gave him a half, and the page she did tire,
     And to sound of sonatas the queen fell in love.

     And she later submitted, submitted with thunder,
     Like a slavegirl she slept all the night till the day.
     It took place at the sea, where the turquoise waves wander,
     Where the pages sonatas and azure foam play.
 
 
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