...
In the precious land after dark,
Underneath it's collapsed heart,
Burrowed in the souls that cherish it like art...

Is treasure that no one can find...
The treasure is perhaps a light,
Or something imagined in our minds,

As the shovels strike the ground,
A few hundred men descended down,
And now...

They're dirty and are homeless there,
And the sheltered ground isn't theirs,
But their search for such didn't disappear...

They strike the ground once more,
And as they descended to the dirt floor,
On their knees, they found what they were looking for...
...
A treasure so precious,
No one on earth can get it...


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