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The Symbol
The Symbol
The ultimate and perfect form, Since the beginning worshipped by man. In it, the earth, sun and moon are born And as a reminder we place it on our hand.
It is small and high in cost; Smooth yet scuffed, and silver around. It makes you feel like shit if lost, But a hea1t jumps and leaps when found.
There is no beginning, and no end, Like destined lovers when each is found. A sacred emblem of an eternal friend, Worn as a pair when two hearts are bound.
