I hold in my hand
This brittle darkness,
Blackened, charred wood
My hand closes tight…
A thousand thousand years of pain
And there in my opened palm
A diamond sparkles
And every day as I perceive
Old Saturn’s tattered veil
I’m searching all the time
For the key to end the tale
And falling through this endless space
One thing I know I trust
Is that nothing has more value
Than that diamond in the dust
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