Treasure
I spend my days searching for treasure.Though its not made of silver or gold.
To obtain it means a lifetime of pleasure
Though it cannot be bought or sold
This treasure can never be owned
Only held and admired through time.
This treasure can become your downfall
or the reason for your rhyme
People have died for this treasure
People have killed for it too
Do you know what it is that I speak of?
Are you searching for it too?
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