I felt his presence quite some time ago

But then, not much happens here I don’t know

He’s thirsty, I can tell, they always are

Those of them, that is, that make it this far

For me to take pity, would be folly

I keep my lair hidden carefully

Over there is a secret waterfall

Beyond that, there’s no water here at all

It would take a solid day’s journey from here

Before any clean water will appear

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