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A passion told
One sequin stitched onto a cloth
As black as coal
A casual glance
Would overlook its solemn role
Waiting for its story to unfold
A heart of gold
Beneath facades of glitter
Bears a heavy load
This sequin can't become
A pulsar on its own
And patiently lies waiting
Holding on
In a flash of time
Reflect the light you touch
Your glow can't be denied
But in the dark this sequin still shines
Even if only in these eyes of mine
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A funny thing
It's not the spotlight
Or the glamour that it brings
This sequin's born to offer
Songs for those who sing
And mysteries for those who wish to think
In a flash of time...
What chance has one to catch a feeling
What chance has one to ever know
For though the spark reveals the meaning
Its message lost amidst the show
A passion told
One sequin stitched onto a cloth
As black as coal
A casual glance
Would overlook its solemn role
As it patiently lies waiting
Holding on
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