The Nile River of the Moon
Sorrow
hears the sound of a sparow
the owl
knowing
the lies of man though his eyes
the time of corruption
till the dawn of
the end of the sun
and his rain
so forth that
the invisible god
may remove the
growing corruption
around the great
sea of the north
and the west moon
that rest around the Nile
of the mountains
that flow foward ever
so in time
endlessly
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