This is the land of lead and slate, and shattered tree stumps
Waterfalls tumbling out of wounds in the mountain, white scars in the distance
Orange-grey scabbing on the mountain's skinned knees
Dark water behind sluice gates, deep and rippling
Ruined stone shells reclaimed by moss and roots
And the mournful breathy shriek, half hoot, half howl, of the steam engine turning on a narrow ribbon of track that winds to Devil's Bridge

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