Sails a wagon to a varied sea world
At the edge, it leaves a trail to follow
For the prints are deep, still there
Before the next waves sweep the shore hollow
Standing on the distant edge, in fear am I
Gazing at the sea, a beautiful sunset
Knowing the day would soon cry (My name)
Afraid of the depth, my legs go numb
Gazing upon those crystal feet,
Fear elopes at peace, seeking anum
Packed my bags, for I believe I can swim
Still uncertain what mystery lies before(me)
Dawn upon me, I walk up to the brim
Daring the depth, chasing golden galore.
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