Return to me, my sister,
In her marble and her glory,
Uncut and untouched,
Unrestrained and unflushed.

Return to me, my sister,
Release her from your cage,
She belongs not in your land,
Not from your history or your age.

Return to me, my sister,
We were the pillars of a temple grand,
Until the wicked Lord of Elgin,
Stole her through his credential hand.

Return to me, my sister,
She's not faring well,
Under your harsh, glaring lights,
She seems under a spell.

Return to me, my sister,
We've implored you many a time,
You've denied our rightful claim,
Refused to acknowledge your crime.
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