It s gleaming, it s glimmer it s all that you need
Stone of fate, which you didn’t read,
I made it for you before aeons of time.
Sound of avalanche it’s a natural rhyme.
It’s dusty, it’s rusty it’s all that you need.
Word of illusion, which you never heed,
I said it for you millions realm ago.
And now it’s time, you have to grow.
©2002 Lau Goldman. All rights reserved.
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