I hear a song of paradise
while the ship doth sleep in the maze.
While our hero drops the power dice
and the Genie slips his gaze.
Oh, one fair day our heroine
she stooped neath the shade of the trees.
She grasped a gem from the clear blue stream
And her hair it blew in the breeze.
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