Once I stood tall
Above the wall
Fresh-fitted, windows
wide and wonder filled
Tiny steps on giant stairs
Echoed through my curtained lairs
Roof tiles that enjoyed the rain
Looked down on Portugal and Spain
Now I lie still
And broken
No longer plundered
The good has gone
My youth and treasure taken
Moss gathered stones
Peep furtively
From bramble nettle land
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