In the morning mist, by sunshine kissed, Tibrogargan rises high.
Small shrubs embrace its rocky face, And gum trees reach the sky.
Tibrogargan leans
Athwart the foggy blue.
Rays of sunlight in the mist Come beaming softly through.
Tibrogargan is an island In a lake of mist.
The trees are keys of green By sunlight gently kissed.
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