I once heard a story
Of long rotted glory
Perhaps it is true
Perhaps a fancy they drew
From a long lost age
With skin like gold
They locked him in a cage
For he musn't grow old
He was their god
They had to keep him chained
Oh so sadly he would nod
At the homage they paid
He never tried to run
When the temple collapsed
The simple song he sung
As forever elapsed
Their god must never leave
For someone must always grieve
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