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a treasure found at break of day
I knew the path, I knew the way
with flecks of gold, the green of jade
the stuff of which mans dreams are made.
it was not mine to keep or hold
these jade green stones with flash of gold
I held them tight with all I could
caring not for right or good.
greed and want overtakes my mind
to all else made both deaf and blind
to take it all and sail away
this treasure that was mine this day.
I left it where Id found it though
returned it to its place, just so
another day, another time
when I can justly make it mine.
treasure, know I wait for thee
the day that its just you and me
away we'll sail and not look back
through days of fire and nights of black
treasure you'll be mine one day
I'll find the path, I'll find the way
and the wealth that is both jade and gold
will be forever mine to hold.
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a clear conscience is a sure sign of a fuzzy memory
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