Clench thy hand, thou innocent smile.
Mystery that thou hath hidden
Behind thy dark veil of strands -
Thy own they shalt be.
Pay heed to those who hope for thy love
And stay true to that which thou art
We are but moments for the future that lies ahead
But thou art thy own
And each grain of thy sand gold
Forget not that which is true
For before thou it shalt ever be
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