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When they want For wealth and gold and pearls They will rip it from your Hands and from the clam, With the hunger of lust and malice Swallowing life whole The lost thieves of old... Those who only feed the wolf Loving dogs for more than thee. It's curious to think They presume that it is wealth That heaviness of gold   Just A mystic rock just melted chains. The other a product of invertebrates To lug about with them Their wares **** Flashing all who happened by Their wares There's no use for a sack of pearls When here we get And get got Seed            Fertile minds A wealth unmatched Seeds [Point to the temples of our skulls] Sow there A chain of pearls... How I should want To learn from the honor Of good fathers Great pearls of their wisdom How I should rather covet           the wisdom of a clam How an alien looking thing           Under endless canopies           Of un drinkable seas Could be awarded / afforded   "Creation" (You better should know) The artistic hand of  Masterpiece Shaping all Opalescence                   Almost to the utmost Diamond cuts How godlike is this gift From the mouth Like the clam ... What treasures could be better heard When all the world Spoke Love The language of divine "Creation."
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Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
Pearl
When they want For wealth and gold and pearls They will rip it from your Hands and from the clam, With the hunger of lust and malice Swallowing life whole The lost thieves of old... Those who only feed the wolf Loving dogs for more than thee. It's curious to think They presume that it is wealth That heaviness of gold   Just A mystic rock just melted chains. The other a product of invertebrates To lug about with them Their wares **** Flashing all who happened by Their wares There's no use for a sack of pearls When here we get And get got Seed            Fertile minds A wealth unmatched Seeds [Point to the temples of our skulls] Sow there A chain of pearls... How I should want To learn from the honor Of good fathers Great pearls of their wisdom How I should rather covet           the wisdom of a clam How an alien looking thing           Under endless canopies           Of un drinkable seas Could be awarded / afforded   "Creation" (You better should know) The artistic hand of  Masterpiece Shaping all Opalescence                   Almost to the utmost Diamond cuts How godlike is this gift From the mouth Like the clam ... What treasures could be better heard When all the world Spoke Love The language of divine "Creation."
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Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
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