Even if you’re so down that you’re feeing buried, so lost you’re uncharted, and so alone you’re desert hearted
I’ll sail and shovel, and dig and explore, and support and praise
You can say you’re fool’s gold but I think you’re gleam can’t be measured
If your so hidden, then you must be buried treasure
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- Published: February 2nd, 2024 09:29
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