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GITS: forest 1.3.

In our soul ill always live
The freshest meadows light in aisle
An island for the wretched
Deeply we are attached, heart and breath
To the great sea.
[25] Our arms we burn for the seas too
By strong to grasp, thought to leave behind
The moment it strikes, the rest to scatter
Full fresh strength in its course towards this sea
Two hours of intense pleasure
My passion, my heart,
One life for both their peoples, the islands,
Even though bitter, though, though to meet
There, giving neither aught to our age
To enter the sea of their burdens
Heaven, dearest his sanctity
I desire, I plead, I

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