Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog
Once there stood a wanderer
Above a sea of fog;
A silhouette on alpine perch
Built of jumbled rock.
He watched the wispy vaspor spray,
Like cresting waves,
Caressing ships of stone,
Brushing burnished mountainbacks
Sunken in its foam.
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