the ingots shine from the murky mire
still wearing residues of fire
Forgotten trove
long worn out hopes
lay beneath the cool rippling stream
lay beneath the cool rippling stream
waiting forlorn
to awake from the dream
here now, in the dimly lit day
they gleam
washed away sorrow
beauty craves light
from their weary bed
they rise
tis the ending of the night
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