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Sly like a magpie's shared between species Something there glitters the theft is made Gold speckled waters the source unfound Slips through wet fingers back under ground The reason for the voyage hasn't been forgot The trail's not cold the coals are hot The crew draws back together like magnets Salmon at sea that head back to fresh water To the head of the stream and the inevitable slaughter Carry the future back off down the river Reflections explained in a watched world There's nothing of magic in this shining pearl The water is red from the rust of an anchor The blood and hte paint from the towns that got captured Where something dissolved and got free in the current Locked in black boxes they'll find their way Thrown out on the highway they get home just the same Each fishy sparkles again and again Where rough diamonds lie a lens that bends all light Wills change and shape to suit its eye Where rough diamonds lie From Letras Mania