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It's true, I collected words.
From the last living speaker of Giant.
Who remembered the stories well.

Each morning I swam to the island.
From far off I heard her rumble
"Come ashore, little one".

"I will tell you more greedy words,
Then our people shall not entirely die.
Your people at least will know something."

I sorted the fragments like seashells,
So now you are welcome to read them.
With your glass case eyes.