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An obscene chant came out of the mouth
Twisted in Alph's face and the notes
Of his song taking dance shapes from a rise in the air
Wrapped in the spiral of smoke and slowly vanishing
From sight get lost in the sky

Strange things happened on the Spice Islands
Little barren moors of dunes pointing the stormy sea

Only the wind's howl can break
The silence of the place

Many bodies gone up in smoke in vain
Are wrongs to Mimir he looks over the rival
With his magnetic power
It makes him undress let the clothes flying away
Taken by the clouds like lot of kites

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