The hearts of stone were here
Where waters wash
The ones who spoke and
Would not hear, the ones
Who built the walls
Where waters wash
The ones who spoke and
Would not hear, the ones
Who built the walls
These miles were theirs,
These ranks of Air…
Now only blooms recall
The glory and the pity of
Their fall.
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