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- Translated transcription: After that they meet daily. The mermaid children and the children from the farm become good friends. The mermaids never tire of caressing little The ocean has become the children’s favourite playground. Both of them now move in the waves as familiarly as their playfellows.
They eagerly try riding on the jumping dolphin, who now dives under and now soars over the crest of the waves; the children watch, enchanted. Their cheerful cries resound far out over the sea, like the lively squawking of free seabirds on a summer day.
The waves roll and begin to foam, as if they too want to join the happy game.
The little ones pay scant heed to the depths under them, the waving snares of seaweed or the great crab�s gripping claws, they see only how the sea turns blue against the horizon, and the disc of the sun shining bright as it crosses the sky.
The dolphin tires and takes its leave, but the children appear as untiring as the sea itself.
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