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I hold a treasure in my hand

I hold a treasure in my hand
it’s like a perl found in sand
rare near the beautiful sea
standing next to a willow tree

I hold a treasure in my hand
it’s like walking in virgin land
I feel young, bold and free
like a flower with a bee

The treasure i hold is called peace
and is situated around the trees
It surrounds every aspect of me
an honest person i wanna be.

[9th of October 2015]

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