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On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. The infinite sky

is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On

the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and

dances.

They build their houses with sand and they play with empty

shells. With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly

float them on the vast deep. Children have their play on the

seashore of worlds.

They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Pearl

fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while

children gather pebbles and scatter them again. They seek not for

hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets.

The sea surges up with laughter and pale gleams the smile of the

sea beach. Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the

children, even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle. The

sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea

beach.