Lanu:
We both look at the sea,
it rages between us
and we are strangers.
When did we become enemies?
Benhu:
I see the mighty waves,
craddling white bubbles
and not breaking them.
That is what I wanted to be,
to you.
Lanu:
Let the rain wash it away!
Wash anger and distrust away.
Let go of them, my brother,
for I am too scared.
Benhu:
I look up and see the clear sky.
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