Born of fire
Died of stone
Across the ocean waves they roam
Taking with them life and land
With beaches dawned of pure white sand
Their mountains steam
They grounds shall quake
As burning rivers change their shape
The move along so very slightly
And disappear beneath the sea
But as fire erupts beneath the ocean
These majestic isles shall rise again
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