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