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having left
upright
from cave to the castle
standing up
for bright belief
in hearts and heavens
back down
to false temples from
the solitary hill
I dance
to violins of
ancient times
the promises of
better times
having left
the swords
crusades over
once and for all
satisfied
relics
replacing
lost cultures
I sing
words unintelligible
with a voice
unknown
mourning softly
for years
I will
never own