Inscriptions read as characters, like the stars,
Tracks of large amount show these pupils.
It is laden with gold and temples, swamps
So solid with gum and baubles, the loose mud.
They should earn a road and a road, like us,
Who drive on the roads with ponies and swarm.
It is a well-known secret in the marsh,
One carries a tongue so one desires the life.
Search for the tracks, weaponry is explicit,
Into the wood we prowl and disobey.
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