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A lantern is no longer lit
Near this cell, where I must sit

Darkness plagues my every day
Yet in this narrow space I stay

Golden skies, in this empty place
Soar across, in an endless race

Yet, I cannot see them with my eyes
I see them in my mind and try

To recreate a land once cherished
Where land and trees forever flourished

And flora once did overwhelm
When I was ruler of this realm


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