My Kandora, you wander solemnly.
I linger,
I owe what?
A hundred tides! Ill wait, I know that
Im native here. My Kandora, your blood runs faster.
I linger
I owe what? My Kandora, the finest pellicle,
My loning.
I owe what?
A hundred tides! Ill stay , I know that Im native here.
I linger,
I owe what? I wonder why.
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