Pearls are just some oyster spit
and gems, death under pressure
Telling worth is difficult
Without a way to measure
Flowers make a crown
more full of life than any other
Somehow still we seek for gold
While true Light we will smother.
Some will think me cracked, naive,
more than a little funny,
But I hope to always value true
The things worth more than money.
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