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By the ocean, by the sea
Stands an isle … a rowdy
On that island … altar stone
Up there — Lad sits on his own
Knows no boredom
Knows no sorrow
Holds his eyes open
From dusk into tomorrow
Mouth full of teeth
Spits out a fire
Burns up the armies
Of devilish desire
Keeps order and peace
Through all the spaces
Everyone knows him
Everybody praises