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Eight Bells
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Landless
Weakling cannot hold the waves;
The wind, the sand.
Captive, screaming at the sea;
Tremor in my hand.
Landless
Weakling, as your disenchantment grows;
Buds of rage seek the sun.
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You are the captive, diminished at the stern;
Hardened is your gaze.
Darkness
Forth
Landless
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