What the Sphinx Thinks
The body of a lion
The head of a man
He sits and he watches
Over his land
Never a murmur
A twitch or a wink –
Who knows
What the Sphinx thinks?
Carved by chisel
Hewn from rock
It harbours a riddle
You cannot unlock
Never a shudder
A breath or a blink –
Who knows
What the Sphinx thinks?
A creature cut
From the hardest granite
Has it come from
Another planet
With secrets written
In ancient ink?
Do you know
What the Sphinx thinks?
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