Shark
Eye
Not
In
The
Liquid
Reign
Of
Neptune
But
Rolling
Here
There
In
The
Midst
Buried
In
The
Dark
Of
The
Heavens
Rolling
Eagle-type.
The
Shrouds
Rolled
Up
Its
Eyes
Dawn
Had
Not
Come
As
Yet
Was
Far
As
Yet.
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