A magpie sits in a tree
Spying for sparkley wares
Look as long as it like
I will find nothing there
My house is not a place of treasure
Except for the treasure of love
And as it is with some people
The magpie doest see love as enough
It want like some people shiney things
But all that glitters is not always gold
For shiney sparkling objects
The magpie like some people would sell their soul
Which I find so tragic and hollow
For their is far greater riches and rewards in love
That cannot be bought or sold
And with it comes a redeeming light
That resonates so bright from the heart and the soul.
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