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Did knocks and scrapes of knives and tools
In blistered fingers of blundering fools
Awaken something in the hidden room 
That until then, had slept entombed 
In Minster Lovell Hall?

For when the dust had moved away 
Like curtains parting from night to day 
And rock was crushed deep into clay 
The room revealed its secret prey 
To the vultures of the Hall.

As they stood with sweat on their skin 
The terrible sadness revealed within 
Set the steady hearts into a crashing spin 
And a silence descended, settling thin 
Among Minster Lovell Hall. 

There he appeared to the weary worked men 
Sat with his papers held down by his pen 
His bones draped in dust of a century there spent 
Waiting for the doors to pull back once again 

He waited and waited til brought back to dust 
To crumble before a world still unjust 
In Minster Lovell Hall.

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