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There are two lakes.
The one where everyone goes
Was found on maps and covered in boats.
It was shallow so, in it, things grow.
At one of it's edges some black cliffs rose
And down the rock the lake's new water pours from
The second lake, which is just beyond those cliffs,
Which is fed by a bottomless spring,
And still has never been seen.
There are two lakes.   The one where everyone goes   Was found on maps and covered in boats.   It was shallow so, in it, things grow.   At one of it's edges some black cliffs rose   And down the rock the lake's new water pours from   The second lake, which is just beyond those cliffs,   Which is fed by a bottomless spring,   And still has never been seen.