Diamonds sparkle on the shore
The water crashes in waves
And alone there stands the grave
This is a place of Lore.
People do not crowd anymore
They flee and live in caves
Culture is at the height of knave
But jewels wait, and gold galore.

Someday soon is sure to come
A maker of a rose is here
But you can't be afraid
One days is surely numb
Far off away from the clear
But it will go and fade.