A
Chapel
Old
Derelict
Stone
Of
Old
Upon
Stone
Of
Old
Built
Waters
Were
Here
And
Old
Age
A
Well
Fell
One by one
The stones
Into
The
Well
Amidst
A reign
Of
Sounds
Things
Be
So
And
Things
Fall
So
And
Things age so,
My Monsignor
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