the sun once in bloom
now alive, hidden
in a land of green and black and gold
O, what grace is given
to know
all that we have known
and seen amongst us all
paved along the waves
once crossed, bound in stone
built in those days
when we still knew forever
a time of tears and laughter
flesh and bone
not lost
but no longer known
and so it goes
or so they say
the bells chime
the wind blows
and time is born once more.
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