My Kandora, you wander solemnly. I linger, I owe - what? A hundred tides! I'll wait, I know that I'm native here. My Kandora, your blood runs faster. I linger I owe - what? My Kandora, the finest pellicle, My loning. I owe what? A hundred tides! I'll stay , I know that I'm native here. I linger, I owe what? I wonder why.