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Looking for his prize

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The geologist moving and cracking rocks
He hikes further up the mountain
He breathes faster knowing he is near
Seeing his well earned prize

But slowly he fades away into nothing
He can't see or hear but he can feel
He feels his rough rocky edge
His huge blue crystals
Suddenly he is picked up
Wham he is broken with a hammer
For now his is the prize





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