How sad he, Iskander, must have been
To die without having established
A permanent line around the world.
I have never had the chance to go
Visit the land of wolves and tigers.
I'm lucky to see elk, moose, or bear.
I'd be disappointed anyway
By the actual countryside named
With words suggesting more terrible
Woods and more magical denizens
Than any forest actually holds.
I want a line I can step outside.
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