We stood between blackened stone columns
Carrying history, high and proud
The world racing frantically above us
But down here, no longer loud;
We were glad to have discovered
A place we had never stood before
Amongst these sturdy pillars
Far beneath the traffic roar;
A vow was made to return
View the work of stonemason hand
To sample again the green tranquillity
Hidden below Sunderland.
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