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My Treasure
We have a precious thing worth no price,
But still glancing around for something vice.
For us, it is our pride and sacrifice,
But temptation holds us so entice.

Others noticed and tried so hard to steal,
But their evil effort eventually failed.
Our trust in this precious thing never will,
It's true worth was something they couldn't reveal.

Each step to succeed was insensibly mired,
Aligned of their intrigues appeared to be fully wired.
When treacherous plans all threw us in mud,
Only that true person pulled us up with his blood.

That precious thing was always ours,
It was only one like a magical force.
Never let your guard down of its smell,
It will always be with you and will serve you well
© Three

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