Dream By a Mountain
I must dream by a mountain
and knell by the bells
cliche after cliche
is my calling
From Gibraltar to the Pennines
I see the lemmings meet their master
But the fireside grows dim
the crows come home to roost
Playing a deadly Violin Concerto
by the ghost riders byeway
As a single tree props the World
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