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But there is greatness hidden in this country, and there is you breaking your back over invisible mountains and burning on the unlit flame of the heart, errant along the snake-river beggaring the night to take away the sorrow of this country you fall into the harbourless seas and tumble turbulent in the truculent waves, and what was the force who brought you here what was the force who drove your mendicant tongue what was the force who birthed the tower, you are hurting from a memory lost dear lonely, my Colossus