Sways the sea her golden fin
Whistle does the wind blowing
Drop thy salt sweat to the salter sea
Sailing art thou to the far red east
“Behold, Old Man,” the marlin beneath sings
“I’ll flee thee to those African golden seas.”
-this is about Santiago the Fisherman in Hemingway's The Old Man and The Sea-
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