Ships sail on shallow seas,
Fish to find a search of thee,
Thy, hals of tapestry on willing edge,
Thus a fude, Sword to gun, a missing pledge
A guard, captured, a slave made born,
A chamber of old, shadows dwells forlorn,
A guided whisper of stars reborn,
A new dance, a guise, an era transform.
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