The Surging Sea

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I Ëar Falastala

Mírë senda nu

I Falmali 

I ëar ëa yávinqua

 

Ná ëa raxëa

Húror ortarë lúne rambar

Nancarva

 

Lestaya sívë vanyat

En

Estë

Treasure rests beneath

The cresting waves

The sea is bountiful

 

But is dangerous

Storms raise blue walls

Of destruction

 

That disappear as they depart

Then soon

Peace

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