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He who towers over the golden sands

He who plods above the blue mirror

A soldier without an army

The lone sentinel of the isle

Carved from the most humble metal

Unaware of his true nature


Programmed with a sole purpose

Sturdy and durable warrior

A machine with a human soul

Protector of the Cretan clans

Foe to incomers


Friend to locals

Compassion from a cold face

Stoic like any statue

He who loyally serves a foreign maiden

Mother to royal blood

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