Among the sweeping olive vines,
Hidden in a gloomy grove,
Near the trickle of a bubbling stream,
Sandstone emerges from the earth below.
A column stretches through the undergrowth,
Carrying its ancient inscription.
And a fresco, in colours rich:
A sacred depiction.
What is this? And who was here?
In this temple of awesome terror:
A place of Gods and Heroes, frozen in time,
Here to stay forever.
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If I die I'll remember thy Face I'll carry thy Phrase I'll forget thou Case.
Fire mistress, on ashes she dances, The maid of sunlight birth. The cold and cruel she entrances, Yet bitterly slays their earth.
She was broken And the locket round her neck was a token, A token of her happiness Before the times were filled with bitterness.
Vast and blue spans the sky. Across it, no cloud dares to go. Alone, but ask not why; Only little birds seem to know. Their sour songs berate his fate, Remake recluse into someone great.
Nine plants twirling wiz zing around the bruing ball of gas the sun keeping us warm somtimes Bye Chelsea.
Lazy as a cat, fuzzy as a wig, Dozing like an aqueous log And snorting like a pig -- I'm still not sure he is a dog..
What is it. But a fiery proton, Drifting alone or neutrally through space; Yet it brings life and dawns. Ambrosia of stars, found every place..
You. Me. Us.
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