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The winds have blown,

at this old port.

Like an old ship,

eaten with salt.

A golden anchor in green,

was taken down.

As our captain,

had lost his crown.

Another blow came,

in the form of an element.

Taking all that remained,

as a show of his testament.

Once we were glory,

now we are mist.

Our days are numbered,

we are all scratched off the list.

After losing the war,

our ship sank deep.

This is all that remains,

of Tiragarde Keep.