Pure Treasure lyrics by Macbeth. I've found the rarest thing in the world A strange fascinating light It doesn't shine But it perfumes like a flower Growing...
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I've found the rarest thing in the world
A strange fascinating light
It doesn't shine
But it perfumes like a flower
Growing everywhere and somewhere
Pure treasure
Like a pearl of dew
Innocent diadem
Of a divine crown
Its name is the name of a wind
With an enchanted breath
The flap of an angel's wings
A flower growing everywhere and somewhere
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