This gate to the other world is my home
It is the secret sacred path
Those that soil it will feel the specter
I don't feel it it is over my left shoulder
My plight is the right hand path
Yet the second sight frees me
allows me to see
what the common can not
The bridge is surrounded by sacred trees
The river itself blessed carries water
This special shaded grove
A ridge to the beyond
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