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The Waiver Coise

Revered by the moire vigne lere fathoms an wairne sign pried. Illusions to the caun'te idle resquirre jove. A quoise vuidde loss remainds. The skiroe fell, on voire sin stoops the loute rizen. The fowl wrende squire poises to amidst an nigh, their fate, an unknown fure veascle roze. To the mitteant stent foal, the caulds. Voe thine winge coat rainde. The malden mists thire soulds draire to remneant loitte the moasts. Faigne thy scords black, to raffine. Cuitte the luenne roitts quent. The tennant met their slire.