There are many myths about this here lake:
they say it holds the ghostly souls of old,
or young whom love and family forsake;
the waters below are so deep and cold.
The waves will not release secrets they hold,
the past will not give in; thus, you must take,
and if they will not relinquish, be bold.
The duck flirts her feathered tail at the drake;
the current passes over submerged gold.
The future over the present will rake;
the waters below are so deep and cold.
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