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My thoughts they wandered unconfined,
I searched for hours and hours,
But all the searching did not find
Another way to tell the tale;
There’s nothing comes to mind.
No matter how I try and try,
To tell of ruins dead and blind.
My muse has simply failed.
The picture’s name is Ancient Walls,
And Sven has looked at that,
We heard of Chepi’s warning calls,
And Aiyana told us more.
Now though my mind the sight appalls,
No other story comes,
My thinking goes in circles, stalls,
And so with this, I’m done.
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