TWO REGIONS,BOTH ALIKE IN DIGNITYSEPARATED BY A RING OF STEELI KNOW THE TALE I HAVE TO TELLNOT ONE OF A FINAL VICTORYIT COULD BE ONLY A RECORD OF WHAT HAD BEEN DONEWHAT WORLD HAVE TO BE DONE AGAINI LISTENED TO THE CRIES OF JOY RISINGJOY IS ALWAYS INPERILLEDI KNEW WHAT THOSE CROWDS DO NOTBUT COULD HAVE LEARNED FROM BOOKSTHE THREATS NEVER DIE OR DISAPPEARIT LIES DORMANT FOR YEARS TO RISE AGAIN(ON THE BEACH IN FAIR ARZEW,WHICH WE LAY OUR SCENE)