Here's a small hint: This one's got a name, not just a species.
You can’t find me.
I swoop and I dive
Through the waters so deep
And I still survive.
You can’t find me.
I am ancient by far.
Before surgeons, before photos,
I was queen of the water.
You can’t find me.
You search and you pry
But this lake is mine
And ne’er a glimpse will you scry.
What am I?
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