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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