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Diamonds
In the rough
Beautiful but tough
They stay hidden in the
Bluff. Crying to be found, don’t
Want to stay lost in the ever-cold ground
"Does she remember me?" One little one asks
"She was my God, my tourniquet, she once saved me from
This place down here." The diamonds cry, wanting out
Of that place down under. They ask to be mined, to
See day-light like they had when that little
Girl had dug them up. They stay hidden
In the Bluff. Beautiful but tough.
They stay underground in
The rough. They yearn
For remembrance
They yearn for the-
ir Tourniquet