Look at the gems;

See them all shine.

You might mistake this

For somebody's shrine.

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A holy ground,

A precious land

Protecting you all

From evil's sick hand

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It's a shelter so dear

In the lee of the storm.

A simple small object

To restore the norm.

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It helps you to battle

Nights ever so dark:

From a small, tiny ember,

The fire will spark.

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It carries the wishes

And dreams still untold:

Of hunter and hunted,

Of child and old

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The blind see in wishes,

The deaf hear in dreams

And everyone knows,

It's not as it seems...

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For you will mistake this

For somebody's shrine,

When you look at the gems

And you see them all shine

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Crystal clear water,

Amethyst floor,

With unicorn purple

And beauty galore

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It's the shrine of dreams-

This water cool-

The hall of wishes:

The Dreamspeaker's pool.