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one mystery remains -- For
Wearing a mourning gown
by stories he'd create
and he rhymed about her grace
And told her stories
Nightmares shifted
of treasures deep beneath
the blackened waves
sweet words as her disguise
in their sleep
Til' in the stillness
of one dawn
in the darkness of the lake
still in its misty crown
The muse she went
