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MEMORY by ANNETTE BETZ

First Line: IN THIS DISTANT LAND OF DUST-COVERED OLIVES
Last Line: HERE YOUR SPIRIT DWELLS WITH ME.
Subject(s): MEMORY;
In this distant land of dust-covered olives
And white roads, long and hot,
Where arches rise against a sun-purged sky,
And where gray columns sing an endless song,
Here in this land you come to me.

In this vast open court
Where ruined walls rise high and dim,
Where moonlight falls through great blank windows
Upon this arena of the past,
Here in the night you come to me.

In this strange land of life and death,
This sepulcher of ages past,
Where great ones lie so meek and low
In half-forgotten tombs of stone,
Here your spirit dwells with me.



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