I named this great goblet The Alison‘s Cut
It isn’t a lack
Not even a wound
Sometime it’s a helmet
But always a chasm
Dangling its feet in the ocean of chants

Let’s whirl together in the whispering wave
Hey, boys & girls, smooth dolphins & fishers
Let’s chase the hurricane Ivan
It’s drinking our wine
The Alison’ blood
The Alison’s scent

I named myself knight G
The plot
For the script found inside

Alison’s master
The Alison’s point

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