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Here is the smellof seafood piea broken toweron the open skya chain of slandsrolling Westin sight of the housewhere we are guests
A rambling old rivertwist through the fieldsancient namesimprinted on shieldsgifts arrivefor a baby girlborn a queenat the end of the world
Furious musicfrom an open doorthe sound of feetbeating on a stone floodalways the windalways the formof an elder Godhooved and horned
The head of the mountainlost in a clouda country womansoft and proudinto the baythe horses swirlfor we come to the seaat the end of the world
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