Oh, thee shore do taunt, hark, wherethrough, efore and eft.
Shore, thy lord.
Where art thou, unwonted sun?
The rune of thy cousin possesses spirit within.
Her spell, forsooth, one doth not clepe 'peace'.
She is rightly hight 'teen'.
Thine spirit once roamed freely, widely.
Sooth, still free, yet contained by thy lord.
Contained not by beck;
Aye, contained by puissant seas, those emboldened by teen.
Away, cast, thee.
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it's like you're from the bible or something.
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