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My wings were blue in the ocean green, the prettiest things you've ever seen, the gurnet said to the catfish.Rose were my legs and rose my side, ooh what a thought as I roved the tide, where the red crab watched me scuttle and glide.I would come to dance in a net.The fisherman stands by the water and chuckles, clams are his ears and limpets his knuckles, the gurnet said to the catfish.The beard of a mussel droops from his chin, the scales of a mackerel cling to his skin, and his eyes roll out and his eyes roll in as he watches us dance in the net.His eyes are hard as berries of kelp, but sweet is his daughter who comes to help, the gurnet said to the catfish.They take the ropes in their lean brown hands and haul us out on the shine of the sands, and the girl she laughs as the fisherman stands and watches us dance in the net.Let her hang up her clothes on a gooseberry bush, where the waves say crush and the foam says hush, the gurnet said to the catfish.The surf is red with struggle and slaughter, but somewhere on earth or in sky or in water, the scaly man and his long-legged daughter will come to dance in the net.The fishers dance to the fisherman's tune, the waters run to the pull of the moon, the gurnet said to the catfish.And there in the sand at the edge of the tide, the fisherman's daughter dancing in pride, with her rosy legs and her rosy side, is less than a fish in the net.For somewhere glaring in waste of space is a terrible eye and an empty face, the gurnet said to the catfish.And round and round in the spell of that stare, flashing and slashing and biting the snare, go all the glittering shoals of the air, dancing like fish in the net.So somebody sits in space and chuckles, with hair like a comet and stars for knuckles, the gurnet said to the catfish.And glimmer of sight and swirl of fin, his arms are huge as he hauls them in, and his teeth are sharks in a mile-wide fin, as he watches them dangle, the gurnet said to the catfish.The moon comes by and he swallows it whole, and then it's the girl with wings on her soul, and now it's the fisher and the great eyes roll, as he watches them dance in the net.In the net.

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