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"What Irony"


In the night I crept in clear

Out of sight with slight of hand

Bag of golds and treasured things

in my pockets under my coats

locked away with forgotten kings

tucked away with all my fears

and held together by this string

I moved quick and I moved fast

Past the waters and the mast

and down below my heart did sing as I joined in verily

and snuck a boat out to sea

And the ship went down in sight of land

and at the gates does Goddess ask

to see my hands
And I am stil yet clean