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Dig me down deep into the desert sand,
inter my bones where bandits and rogues roam,
so that a nomad's roaming caravan
will find me when the sand the wind has blown.
An eon, then, or more will have thus passed,
and that with which you bury me will bear
fae tales, each with more lies than had the last,
and all the boys will bandy a good scare.
And so the legends will arise and spread
that in the wild desert there were men
who left her once and back again were led,
because of her enchantments upon them.
For you will fasten on me what I've penned:
"The desert bore me, and now does again."