Stand upon the solid mound. You will see
A higher mount - A rising chain of them,
Empty except a few low-lying hills
And a massive lake - that is all there is.
That is not all. You will a lone man see
Seated where the hills are- don't think him wrong;
He has left men all to find a new man,
An Immodern, singing his one great song.
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Find a new man with new song