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PROSPECT FROM NEREABOLLS
In your wake we wheeled, keened and dived While you steered your course of faith Bearing on hope and love, Then were glad to post as sentinels awhile Before once more riding the wind In search of fish. When the grave-dark waters of Indaal Become a crystal stair We'll pick up your wake again, Follow you past this cloud Into desired haven.
Till that lightning flash From East to West And trumpet blasts awake the dead Guard our dust Nereabolls, Guard our dear dust.
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