The Mist Is Fast Clearing. And Radiant Is Heaven, Whilst Aeolus Loosens Our Anguish-Fraught Bond. The Zephyrs Are Sighing, Alert Is The Sailor. Quick! Nimbly Be Plying! The Billows Are Riven, The Distance Approaches; I See Land Beyond!
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