What is this man who keeps his breath,
In keeping with the tales that bind him so?
He is a master,
He is a martyr,
Choice a maker,
Last a taker,
He finds himself in spider's snare to save himself,
Whoa be thine!
I will bring you wine,
I will bring you heather,
I will find the solitaire and give it as a gift for your blessing,
Please the sail that carries you,
Appease the wail that covers you,
Be a breaker for the craft that marks your way,
And all the angels will call you destine.
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