Pour silver from the heavens here
Magic to revive the whispering creek
Wisdom with a message so clear
The stones themselves seem to speak
Of secrets from the era of unicorns
Ages of kings announced by fanfares of horns
The riches found here are liquid desires
Soaking melodies of flute playing bards
Until they spin tales over the fires
Which glisten like a billion shimmering shards
As silver pours from the sun's embrace
Across this sacred enchanted place
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