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And We Came Forth To Contemplate The Stars.

To Course Across More Kindly Waters Now My Talent's Little Vessel Lifts Her Sails, Leaving Behind Herself A Sea So Cruel; And What I Sing Will Be That Second Kingdom, In Which The Human Soul Is Cleansed Of Sin, Becoming Worthy Of Ascent To Heaven.

The Well Heeded Well Heard.

Consider The Sea's Listless Chime: Time's Self It Is, Made Audible.

But If, As Morning Rises, Dreams Are True.