Jungle leaves do secrets hide,

Upon the turning of the tide,

Where lizards stomped and broke the ground,

With lumbering trees and creaking sound.

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Ruins of ancient temples yore,

Can be found upon forgotten shore,

Who thus built them, no one knows,

No one remembers, the mystery grows.

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Yet Golden Hoard abound are found,

Upon the shores and in the ground,

With twisted magic of elder times,

Do yearn, and speak, and write in rhymes.