Аврора лимерик
With tales of old battles retold
Though we sail through the storm
Our spirits are warm
For revenge's sweet nectar we hold
Our enemies tremble and weep
While we laugh, our secrets we keep
“From the depths we will rise
Like the sun in the skies
For the pride of our land, we won't sleep!”
So here’s to the sailors grand plight
Through wrongs we must set the world right
With a wink and a cheer
We'll commandeer fear
And our foes will take flight in the night!
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