The boat of danger, peril, calls
Rowing quick time from heavy
Talking to the butcher and not to the block makes
After she took all the anti-strife is when he sailed
Waters and wild winds left no one to see
No one's
Prayer unsaid and mass unsung
Dead man's dirge must still be
Love, I thought I should have died
Lay of the land
Leader
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