Treasure (Original Mix)

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All that's gold does not glitter
A gentle wind surrounds the thing
Silk on top that starts to flitter
Take it off, stare at the ring
Twist it, touch it, but behold
Put it on, it disappears
A precious little piece of gold
Don't give it back, just keep it near
But every bright side has its doom
See what you have become
Got trapped inside a gloomy room
Regret the things you've done
Consumed by forces driven mad
Your tiny body fading
The shining treasure, good and bad
Now tranquilized, it's waiting

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