All are made of crystal
None without a flaw
Some pieces fit together
Some are rough and raw
When held up to the light
They dazzle bright and clear
Some are cloudy with occlusions
That will never dissappear
The dishonest like to paint them
With veneer of pearly white
But inside is only darkness
A world deprived of light
From you I would hide nothing
My crystal for to clear
Its clouded and it's broken
It has no white veneer
A life of work to fix it
Is the price I choose to pay
Its the only one I've got
I can't replace it anyway.
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