I am newly discovered,
Yet I am ancient.
The eternal cold is my abode.
My body?A mystery;
The path I travel is stranger still.
I am the lonesome child
That is with and without siblings.
To some my name means wealth,
To others it means death.
Before I became a famous outcast,
I was famous for an egregious theft.
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