Enchanted by an island princess fair,
we sailed to Easter riding winds of light
and, soft, before the the people were aware,
removed her to our dark abyss of night.
Thereafter, from a time that's out of mind,
a sentry stands in place upon the shore
as drawn by Rapa Nui rendered blind
to life but for the sacred task they bore.
His stony face forever to the sea;
his charge to stand until we have released her
as bid by the forgotten race to be,
eternal shall he look away from Easter...
to leagues and leagues away and yet beyond
with all his stony brethern of the bond.
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