Fragment of play (II)

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Tick tock, tick tock, there is no sword in the lonely rock
The knight shunted long ago his courage in a bottle of Jack
When the waves wipe the shore there is nothing left back
Only in, beautified memories of indelible season or special track
Of ruined castle of dreams and deleted traces of footprints

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