As I stroll through the tall green grass
I document where others have been
The mystic paths are long and narrow
My thirst for discovery has yet to be quenched
Darkness falls all around me, as I lie awake
Under the stars that seems to be asleep
Only the spritis know who lies beyond
Hidden beneath the unknown tombs
Have I unearthed, what has taken place here? When I find the writings on the stones?
Perhaps, but after 10 million years,
Still, there has not been a word spoken.
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