The seven times of breath lasted till all fortune tell;
The traitor with the fortune telling ball dispel;
All the over drama in my mind it did adrift;
The calming down the street on Greek gods and myth;
Mother or mercy that makes these calls a summer haul;
I take to the ocean the call in a sailing ships call;
All the sailor’s for all that they are truly typical true -
The sweetest time when her cool swift breath dances in the room.
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