The Secret (a treasure hunt)

 

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Verse 1

 

Fortress north

Cold as glass

Friendship south

Take your task

To the number

Nine eight two

Through the wood

No lion fears

In the sky the water veers

Small of scale

Step across
Perspective should not be lost
In the center of four alike
Small, split,
Three winged and slight
What we take to be
Our strongest tower of delight
Falls gently
In December night
Looking back from treasure ground
There's the spout!

A whistle sounds.

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