Pilot bids her name (Wild Sea-Rose)

Pilot bids her name

While time turns inside out

Where lone brushed ribbons in ink unravel

Wakes tangible a ventured night in charted tales

Evermore in ancient dust cracked from stones

Silhouette her broken toll cuts down between thin winds

What makes measures each lost shadow change

Pilot bids her name, in silent escape to wait

A crew for the Wild Sea-Rose..

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