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my tears are gold and pure diamonds
an ocean of pride form by a deadly poison
you make it drop you make it happen
leaving scars with a deadly emotion

your harsh words create storm and rain
make all the diamonds fall again

seem like my stupid action cheer your sight
cause the crescent on your face shine really bright

now is the time to collect it all
cause I believe there are more to fall

it is a pain I gain for free
now your heart is rich because of me

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