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Fjordmind
Toward the land, my memory cresting
Currents racing, never resting
No helm, no oar
on this ship that I'm aboard. Would that I could steer her,
to keep her from the fjord.
With howling...
Currents racing, never resting
No helm, no oar
on this ship that I'm aboard. Would that I could steer her,
to keep her from the fjord.
With howling...
