Abe's Kids
Descendants from a lost tribe,
Raised in a generation labeled "X",
With crossed out eyes,
And glass stuck to their face,
A pirate race,
That chased shadows,
On a golden night in summer,
No home, no mother, "Where is Father?",
A ship that sails on mercury water.
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