I am a thrilling forgetful delight
That gets a little deeper
Than a rest in a tiring day
I bring down noble thoughts
Like heavy rains washing the earths stains
I am the quietness refining the remembrance
Of souls lost in the soil
That takes back in return lives made out of me
Nations walk on my face
Nations smile on my throne
Nations fight each other on my battlefield
Nations cry on my shoulders
Nations heal at my feet
Nations do all things and still I remain indestructible for ages
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