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After the storm, clouds like islands in the sky II
Springtime at the Temple of Aphaia
After the storm, clouds like islands in the sky I
And soft winds blow aroma of honey
Thalassa
As you set out for Ithaca, hope that the voyage is a long one
The voyage… full of adventure, full of discovery
The rosy fingered dawn
The isles of Greece!…Eternal summer gilds them yet
The wine dark sea
The isles of Greece.. where burning Sappho loved and sung
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea