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the stuff legends are made of mysteries from the skies                                                    lightning marks the spot as allusive as the thunder birds cry                                        hidden in the rocks of time one warrior leaped through                                                  but many treasure hunters lost never find the clues                                                     silver and gold they cannot find blinded by their light                                                         like the protector of jealous fire do hidden warriors still fight                                             as he saw the shape shifting men dawn their wings and fly                                              like Hiawatha heavenly messenger The Great Peace they hide                                           guarded by legends some are figures of the true                                                                but greedy men search for Jonathan swift's mine too                                                      on bloody ground maybe hidden in the blue jacketed hills of Kentucky                                 Wyandotte Shawnee Iroquois Mohawks slayed the stories grow mucky                             or maybe some other ground may lay far through an ice cave                                       rock art showing compass but in winter they lose their way                                          from Solomon's mine or golden cities men do temporally search                                      not leaving it behind like Boone's trail to seek the true church                                            asking Jesus for truth and looking for the day that ends abrupt                                        do not lay treasures upon earth where thieves steal and rust corrupts
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