A Precious Stone
Nothing can be used
To unveil a stone that is pure
A loving golden diamond
Dressed with care only in wealth
My stone, raw and pure
Of truth and tolerance
A fella indeed
Forsaketh me not in a time
Of tribulation and trouble
Even in the whirlwind
My stone is in the yonder
Bringing down the mountain in wonder
A rare gem of a stone
In the midst of sandy stones.
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