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:: Updated 22 Aug 2003 : All Rights Reserved : The Journeyman :: | ||||||||||||||
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Three friends, three minds, just three of us Forged new on metal drawn from dust The rust, the dents they all go down To smeld to alloy for the glimm'ring crown The crown we made for the bond we share Which shines so bright, beyond compare But metals do tarnish , and lose their shine Will it, like corrosion, eventually decline ? But it's steel, not iron that forms our crown Shiny, glimm'ring treasure that turns not brown adorned with jewels, a-sparkling like stars strong and sturdy and which never will char Throughout the ages, this crown shall live to our joy and laughter it'll always give Richer than the fortunes of queens and kings lives this crown of friendship, above all things Let's not forget the point I'm trying to state For steel to be stainless, some sacrifices to make And through the very rust which covers its face True luster we sought after will eventually surface |
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