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The Dance of Albion
Down upon the choppy seas, blinded by what no man sees,
A ship flits on with hearty souls, trying to plug the gaping holes.
Their wish like Camelot arising, their boat though close to capsizing.
To the high risen stars or stony sea bed, that's what Albion to they had said
But to what end the rascals did not know, just to sail on course today and tomorrow[/font][/font]
Published 9th Dec 2009
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