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My chest is a treasure cove. Travel a little more inland and you'd see the cave where I hide my gold. Ignore the aroma of batshit crazy. Things are Buried under layers of guano. If you're brave enough to enter a cave of bats and snakes. On a tiny island, in a putrid, black lake. You'll find my heart, a box full of hate.