This treasure lay on the land below.
             It's hair so rich the shade of midnight,
             Unaffected by the evil unaffected by blight.
             It's face always radiant with beautiful love,
             Turned to the waterfall and sun above.
             Alone by itself with no other around,
             Listening only to the worlds many sounds.
             There it danced a front the pine tower,
             There it danced such a beautiful flower.
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