The Forest Bridge

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Aged in the bluish sea of pine
Moss, log, plant, and dirt flowing tall
Under this great bridge I guarded
Wet, wonderful dome that was mine.
King of this great wall, graceful loll
Of perfect, clothing my land, eyed
Not by death, but eternal glory.

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