One clear stone, one who is merely a mirror of what it is he wants. Nothing to him, nothing to him.
The one like metal, who could be armour, or merely just shines like a metal.
And the stone of the birth, the purple and the healing protection.
As the song is beautiful, and heard by many, it grows. It grows, they love it.
Those who have, will continue to.
Be with your love and believe it was true, as he surfaces with his brothers,
And can finally breathe again.
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