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A Legacy of 230

In icy realms where waters gleam, A spirit soared, a scholar's dream. With flippers wide and heart so grand, He danced through tides, a noble stand. His lineage spread like morning light, Two hundred thirty dreams take flight. Though silence falls where once he swam, His cherished tale shall ever jam.

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A Legacy of 230