The solid lump of black coal
for the some geological reasons
have got to long travelling
deep into Earth,
and gone through lots of pressing, beating and
others heavy testings,
eventually digged up, polished,
labeled, crowned
and escorted to pallace
as marvelous prince almaz.
That is common saga of success
in mineral world.
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