The shining things are precious
The golden hopes, the diamond dreams
Forming a thick cosmetic shell
For the shining things are obvious,
Glimmering in our daily footsteps
Glowing through our open eyes
It is the dark and heavy stuff
Kept covered at the bottom of the trunk
That truly are the precious ones
For once you have seen the shape of these
I swear to you that you know me
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