To the North the royals doth lie, watching the sun cross the sky.
To the South they stand in a line, and a dance they will call mine.
To the West the sea doth crash, against the white worth a lot of cash.
To the East is where in modern day, the pirates leave and have their say.
And there I stand, in the middle of it all. And I am, by no means small.
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