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0.0 hrs last two weeks / 14.2 hrs on record
Posted: 9 Jul, 2022 @ 2:23pm

On the sands of sweet Serkonos
Did we bathe in the sun
Sharing grapes from Cullero
When you were the only one
On the streets of Karnaca
I met you long ago
When the sea was still peaceful
And the bays seemed to glow

We danced, and sang
Until the early ships sailed
And when morning bells rang
Only then we exhaled
Now the sands of Serkonos
They're burning in the sun
And the grapes from Cullero
Are withered and finally done
Now we cower in the alleys
The streets where we did stroll
While the Duke claims our riches
And his firing squads patrol

We run, and hide
Until the evening ships sail
When the night is black
Only then we exhale

So meet me in the shadows
Bring your sweetest grapes
We'll slip onto a whaler
And maybe we'll escape
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