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It's a fool's choice to pick a dark stone amid gold,
The world mocks such bravery.
tales of indepth worth even though told in fold,
Would get covered up by shouts of bribery.
"Do like us. Look,everything is gleamy.
The triumphant voices undefeatably roaring in the mind.
Half defeated half a victor, dreamy.
Just a step to or forth will be a new find.
The Glory awaiting creates every will to take a step forward,
Motive dies, yet will create faith for fate.
If it ends well, it's well; the reward,
a sample worth the wait.
The dark stone refines to gold
And what seemed gold, painted stones.
truth revealed to the old
Who instead picked the gleamy bones.
