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Where children play safe in shapes and ancient stone.
Creatures watch.
Find the silent tongue below, the hour's cry.
Where gulls wheel wild and tentacles stretch long,
Wait up high, for the breath of Distant Song,
When the trident-marked crate is stacked and dry,
Slip through the hatch, where the lost piece will lie.
Where market tongues and silver meet,
A purple coat walks to his meat.
At sun’s low kiss, where crowds conceal,
Dress not your own — and lift with steal.
At North Gate jail, where the lamplight fades,
Come late for guard with cross of blades.
He’ll take your coin and turn his head,
The caged young Basilisk speaks what’s said.
Where wax once wept, now wicks lie dry,
The rival's shadow stains the sky.
Cross the planks where none dare tread
The fire hides behind the brick of red.
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