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South
I found my gold.
Buried so low.
South untold;
I hid my treasure.
We wont last
without a sacred path.
A holy map.
A lift to heaven.
Buried so low.
South untold;
I hid my treasure.
We wont last
without a sacred path.
A holy map.
A lift to heaven.
Published 11th Feb 2013
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