We left the comfort of our coach
And strolled a strollers pace
And then we reached this pleasant Fjord
An enchanting peaceful place
We did some walks and ate a lot
And told a joke or two
And now we’re off into the mist
To be a trawler crew

Between the Fires: verses of earth and moon
poems by Zephyra
We left the comfort of our coach
And strolled a strollers pace
And then we reached this pleasant Fjord
An enchanting peaceful place
We did some walks and ate a lot
And told a joke or two
And now we’re off into the mist
To be a trawler crew
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