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And so the foolish jeweller played With rocks, minerals Dirt that made Precious gems Time forged: For ears to listen For fingers to feel For necks to hang above our hearts For engaging a promise For a gift Or memory Cut, processed And boxed for a fee True gems Come from within A soul mined deeply A journey begins
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Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 4:41 AM UTC
The foolish jeweller
And so the foolish jeweller played With rocks, minerals Dirt that made Precious gems Time forged: For ears to listen For fingers to feel For necks to hang above our hearts For engaging a promise For a gift Or memory Cut, processed And boxed for a fee True gems Come from within A soul mined deeply A journey begins
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Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 4:41 AM UTC
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