Please take a moment to celebrate/enjoy/mourn/regret/thank God for/curse the fates for/ponder the glory of me.
...the shipyard, the warehouse / with fences to shut in everything secret / and solemn the night watch / and grievous the bell / and tiresome the whistles and the works / and lonely the ghosts who step lightly / remembering the stacks of treasure in those hidden rooms...
Please take a moment to celebrate/enjoy/mourn/regret/thank God for/curse the fates for/ponder the glory of me.
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