I would like to arrange a tour
Of the thirteen obelisks of Rome
To see what old Thutmose was up to
What was so important he had
To write it on the finest granite
Monuments to the fathers
Who were gods and kings
Their fingers still pointing us upward
To a world we no longer see
On one there are doors carved
And windows as if someone
Lived there and on others a wish
That he would come again
And the gods speak to men
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