
You are deep gold and in you lay
stories untold.
Maps to ancient kingdoms and
treasures of old
You are an unconquered country,
And no flag dare call you his.
You are deep gold and in you lay
stories untold.
You are searched for by the heavens
and hunted by the abyss.
You are spoken of by eastern winds
that whisper their impossible wish.
They carry your scent to sailors; that
search for you in mines, and ores
For you are deep gold and in you lie
stories untold.
Refined by the fire of life, you have
been held by fire in its palm
And those that seek to hold you,
seek for their hearts a balm
But some would seek to unearth
you and trap you in a tomb of sorts
For they fear this deep gold in
which lie stories untold.
Now they have dug and they
have toiled and searched, even
the innermost parts,
They have ravaged, and have
spied all places but their hearts.
For if they searched and delved
within there is something
that they would know
But some will never believe they
were deep gold, and so die with
their stories untold.



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