who she is
Near the harbour of Coal
Everything I touch turns to Stone
The one who is weary, alone, cold
Unmovable, sitting on a bench
Waiting for you to notice
Just one look just one glance
She's been waiting for so long
So that she may give you something dear
If you look at what she's looking for,
You'll find it.
A trade; Treasure given for a treasure got.
Frozen in time crystalized and immortal
blessed is the man who notices the unoticable
for his reward is greater than the price
of any prize.
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