Manta ransoms gold, diamonds, emeralds,
rubies..the like lost rivers edge
fled John.
Hidden, rides muddy water clear? ..Please
it is I you speak to not some country simpleton
fetch me my chest.
Royal purple drapes his dragging thought now
bought for lack of word.
I ride to bonny north beds feather keeps me warm.
Here wash these rocks as did you jewels to the
other side don't get them wet..! ..now move..
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