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Nymphaeum Of Liliacae

Above the clouds,
a place so old,
Nymphaeum of Liliacae
it is called.

Along the shores,
the air quite thin,
where long ago waters
have been murmuring.

A story lost,
almost - a few words:
two, brother and sister,
against their ancestors.

Deceived by lies,
all fate unfair,
paths side by side
scattered anywhere.

Now atop the green,
a curse bittersweet,
for those who hide
and those who seek.