Lament, this is
Low, the ceiling is;
High, the towers were.
Bare, the plain mud walls;
Vast, the archives were.
Tangled, the swamp trees are;
Fair, the gardens were.
Harsh, the birds' call is;
Quiet, the fountains played.
Damp, the firewood is;
Easy, we thought to live.
Thick, the night mists rise;
Danger, we did not see.
Deep, the dark mud is;
Blind, the Jedi fought.
Alone, this old age is;
Many, companions were.
Gone, the temple is;
Wait, last Jedi must.
High, the dark smoke rose;
Safe, the low hut is.
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