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A Sturdy Wall | ||
| Someone built a sturdy wall, Stone on stone he built it well. Through the years it did not fall. Now it casts a magic spell. Moss adorns its westward face. Like a sentinel it stands. Every stone is still in place, Serving to divide the lands. Though the builder long since died, He has left a lasting work. May we always work with pride, Never to our mission shirk. | ||
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