What was once a precious gem, handed down for generations, was something to be treasured, but keeping with these modern times is now a stone, a rock, a diamond. Whose strength surpassed a steel blade. Not to worry, a diamond will never break. Not to worry, a diamond will never crack. Not to worry, a diamond will never split. It will, it will, it will sustain. Eventually the stone cast a glance, which cuts glass and ties and flesh. The dust chokes out the sparkle. What holds me here is my love for you. What holds me back is that I don't trust you with my soul, and the sparkle is gone.
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