You are to me a treasure,
A pot of gold at the end of a rainbow,
One I will never find,
No matter if i seek high or low.
A treasure made of fairytales,
Vividly etched in my mind,
A vision of you that I have come to know,
Will be here for the rest of time.
With my bad luck,
I know I'll never have a treasure such as you,
Becuse bad luck is all I have,
And my answered prayers are all to few.
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