- "‘Was summer I went a rowin’ with my glowing bride
We laughed and tarried ‘mid the silken pools.
Prettier than the lily blossom is my love,
She moves with grace upon the sheen.
Her eyes are deeper than the sea,
Her heart is warmer than all the cold, cold, sea.’"
- ―ancient song
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