Everytime we say goodbye I die a little Everytime we say goodbye I wonder why a little Why the gods above me who must be in the know Think so little of me Everytime we say goodbye
A gem-in-making/hiding, awaiting discovery by those who patiently scrutinizes & recognizes a rare/raw find.
Now, the hiding is over, the secret is about to be revealed...
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