Alone cold
Different from the stories told
One now must wonder about these tales of old
To that to behold
Which none have been bold
To explore that which I can see
That stands here before me
Seeking for that I know not
But brought here to find something forgot
So I must search
However I must first
Come to an answer to what I can hear
Coming from there
The ruins past the fields bare
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