There's a noble melancholy in those deep blue pools and they say that they're bottomless. I don't know if that's true but I see the history of heartache and hurt and all of the joy of several ancient cultures in the sparkle.
All that I've hidden I've now given away. Oh, it has no value on the street but I've passed along the secrets. It's always been the stuff that flows in my veins. Now it's hers.
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