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The smooth death-like surface of the lake
Everything near it does it take
But what is it that it seeks?
Something real for it to keep?
When shall its hunger be satisfied?
And its grasp given relief?

So silently does it seek
For something for it to keep.
In day and in night
It hides from the light
Of dawn and twilight.

Yet Dawn and Dusk does reveal
The light that the lake does seal.
When the sky is neither night nor day
Only then does it betray
The light hidden within