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| Secret Mysteries |
| The map is in the sky for all to see The guide stands tall upon the land Pictures on stone tell all Only the wise have eyes to see Priceless treasures to behold The sweat of the sun And the tears of the moon Blind the masses to the secret gold Secret mysteries to behold Truly open the eyes and ears Hear with the heart and see with the soul You will grow wise before you become old Copyright �2005 Kenna Marie Clayton |
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