Deep down, deep down, deep below

The salty waves a treasure trove

Amid a grove where seaweed swirls

Holds trinkets, jewels, rings and pearls.

And one who dives down through this ocean

Through their old repressed emotion

With these gifts may then adorn

Their hair and limbs and rise reborn.

And so their life's past drama's changed

What once was lost becomes regained

In beggar's clothes he was disguised

Now robed and crowned he's recognised.

With gold and ruby rings adorned

See stable boy to king transformed.

It's no false claim, you'll be surprised

When golden tokens recognized

Give proof of love gone back in time

The story's course to realign.

As light that, from a black hole freed,

Would journey back, the past to seed,

From a bag that can't be filled

This future-seeded light is spilled.

Rhianon's bag must clinch the case:

Gwri Golden Hair brings Grace.

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