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A Pirates Greatest Treasure
Fresh, but not newly recycled emotion.
Too young understand itself,
Too used to be of value.
Sure, attention finds you
But can it identify you?
Can it describe you?
Does it know who you are?
Your singing heart, cleaning house.
Even the nightingale takes a note.
There's so much love desiring a home
And shining from your ruby throat.
So pass on the Jazz.
Don't live in the past.
Strive to finish the undone.
For this pirate will steal your heart away
Since greater treasure he knows there's none.
