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Jan 2020
The Land of Calm Calamities
Here now it lies an island
Call out its name, if you do same
It'll rise from the horizon

Upon a hill
The palace still
Watches upon its city

Three harpies sings
Blue prince on string
Left behind him royalty
A land from my dreams, complete with history
Written by
Asominate  18/Agender/Guyana, South America
(18/Agender/Guyana, South America)   
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