O'er ze seas and far away,
archaic in sparsely clouded skies.
Whence parched oceans emerge,
athwart endlessly spread times.
Asked to move thither
stood alow. somedeal similar.
Us shalt eventually depart,
with thou upon clumsy feet.
The twain of us will not know
when left thole alone.
Mayhap us will soon realize,
with askance and thereon.
Constricted in this strait, thus
this sweven that leads us.
With this dit calculating dol
I shalt stretch, cometh pain.
Pretension to wisdom thee seek
in hist, you feign the fain.
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