How i wish to see the great land of Albion,
to bask in its daylight, and sing with the ancient bard.
I want to live in its peace forever on,
to run free in it's untamed front yard.
for here in this mystical land,
riegns a long lost peace.
A peace, that today can no longer stand,
not even a single piece.
for no longer is there a land of green,
A land full of the clean breeze,
sadly, a toxic steam is all that can be seen,
in a world where natural freedom and adventure has come to freeze.
Alas i must content myself with stories of Albion,
And dream of singing with the Ancient Bard.

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