Mutiat, the name with the diamond's age,
The way to nature's bank of life,
The herb from nature's unleafed page;
You are the strength to whittle life's strife.
Mutiat, your feel is the morning dew,
The burning gold in the day's sky,
The polished cresent among the stellar crew;
Your lightness propels all spirit high.
Mutiat, the fragrance from the orchard of love,
The firework that shoots in every clement heart;
Grant me smooth entry when gently i shove
Your door, and lead me into your warmest part,
I will walk my way into you without blinkers,
For i'm committed to you floats and sinkers!
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