The Alb
Tenets of the old single eye
Hidden in white cloth of dye
Emblems of gold, housed in ocean sky
Alb so white, turning purple in flight
Lost in clouds, swallowed by a passing knight
Bits of coin and tar falling from up high
...emerging from a broken light
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