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From eyes a beam no sharper than yours

What if when cast from a mountain?

From cavities tones as sonorous as yours

What if when rolled of a ledge down a mountain?

Great vessels have towed layers of stone

Upon another, to make one to see from their own

Sharp bows split kinsmen apart

Upstream canals, a ship's bell sounds

Barges in dozens I saw

They're leaving the bay as they yaw

Spots and brazen scraps returning

Strains to echo in time