Verse 9

The first chapterWritten in waterNear menWith wind roseBehind bending branchesAnd a green picket fenceAt the base of a tall treeYou can still hear the honkingShell, limestone, silver, saltStars move by…

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Verse 10

In the shadowOf the grey giantFind the arm thatExtends over the slender pathIn summerYou’ll often hear a whirring soundCars aboundAlthough the signNearbySpeaks of Indies nativeThe natives still speakOf him of…

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Verse 11

Pass two friends of octaveIn DecemberRide the man of ozTo the land near the windowThere’s a road that leads toDark forestWhere white is in colorWith two mapsAfter circle and squareIn…

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Verse 12

Where M and B are set in stoneAnd to Congress, R is knownL sits and leftBeyond his shoulderIs the Fair Folks’Treasure holderThe end of ten by thirteenIs your clueFence and…

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