Hazel emeralds that struggle to repress teardrop pearls
And remember the ruby drops of blood
And wonder what is left in the crystalline world
And again struggle to keep hold on the pearly flood
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While searching for diamonds of truth in a world possessing none
And wait, always wait, for the morn
And until then she screams silently as she does what must be done
As the jeweled look of innocence becomes faded and torn
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Deep inside the hazel-emerald eyes
Deep behind the never-escaping flood of tears
Somewhere inside still lurk the cries
Of pain in her eyes, collecting dust on their jewels through the years
