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.
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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