Chant from Yarneeth

I have so much I must learn
to reach the place for which I yearn
and every Right thing that I spurn
is just another bridge I burn

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.

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