dig up from the depths the hidden treasure no need to be bereft it has not left place time a construction not a race Even if one is inept the secret pleasure not open to theft belongs to the human race no need for induction already the case it cannot leave it cannot stay it is no which way and yet everyday it is there to say "hey!" in spite of this searching goes on trying to add our flavour to the perfect song All in fun or seriousness as the river moves along lost or found it was here all along
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