I, at once, lost,
I, at once, won,
I, at once, thought
My peril gone.
It was to be unarmed,
Chained, besotted,
Traveling alone,
In an island,
All departed.
For the desert, I'd head,
Leveling that dread,
And find, no less,
My good friend.
Then was known,
As an unbarreled gun,
The useless run,
The useless run.
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