She called me holy inside the wind, her wraith

She called me holy inside the wind, her wraith;

Befallen souls of angels dream and nest,

Twas in my heart, a matter of false faith;

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Mistral of dawn, glare to invite and saith,

'Of sea ghost nymphs, doe flye in foam's blue vest'

She called me holy inside the wind, her wraith;

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Pearl skies, sea birds to fly on May the eighth,

On faraway was she but not to best,

Twas in my heart, a matter of false faith;

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Enchanting wraith she was, conceived, on staithe;

Prevailed thence time reversed, but to divest,

She called me holy inside the wind, her wraith;

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On sole appeal, invokes on dawn war graith,

Adventures on sea trips, I conquest,

Twas in my heart, a matter of false faith;

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To aggrandize my cause, in pride to bathe,

Egressed my soul to seas - the time's request,

She called me holy inside the wind, her wraith;

Twas in my heart, a matter of false faith;

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Γιώργος Βενετοπουλος