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Up onto the overturned keel. Clamber, with a heart of steel. Cold is the ocean's spray. And your death is on its way. With maidens you have had your way. Each must die some day!
Up onto the overturned keel. Clamber, with a heart of steel. Cold is the ocean's spray. And your death is on its way. With maidens you have had your way. Each must die some day!
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