As I embark
In a mysterious vessel
Through flourishing marsh
And active wetlands
This seemingly endless road
To a grand destination
A monetary exchange
Something small for something grand
That will lift my spirits high
That will strengthen my weak temple
These small white stones
Which I will have aquired
Will strengthen my abilities
For so long that it counts
Over Marshes and Into Smog
I trek throughout the day
To find the rocks of compressed white
That take my pain away
Now I have arrived in the darkest city land
On these poverty-ridden grounds the Bald One of the North stands
A small clear bag in hand that contains the purest stones
To give me my ablities these small rocks I must own
The Bald One of the North
Brother of the Rose
Grants me my abilities
For a fee equal to the smallest gold
The Bald One of the North
Keeper of the grey feline beast
Has granted me what I desire
I inhale the smoke once I light the fire

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