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A diamond begins in the rough,

Hidden from all under the earth;

Sole are the eyes of the jeweler

As they set upon which is worth.

Just like a journey is enough

The goal shall not make man ruler

For in the shadow of small things

Grows the willow and its rains;

A melody with golden strings

Written, washed out – its rust stains,

Illuminates and scents the air

And, when the lips, in gentle blows

Provokes and sustains the long stares

– What is now gone may not be seen

Or what is lost in darkness flows –

Watch as becomes what should have been.

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Shine bright like a diamond.