though the philosophers stone
bizzare powers do possess
unlikely can I elucidate
cold touch from your freckles fair
embellished my covers core
like a rose in my emblem
elixir you my world widen
running freely on weakened souls
in nature you remain
hidden in your essence
who could ever sense
the power of this crystal clear
elixir, oh my elixir
dwarf that sits on iroko
your magical make i know
doth preserve in true euphoria
awaketh breath from beyond
and maketh life dwell forever
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