Angelic voice I hide from the world,
Unleash it slowly allow unfurled,
Shudder for opinion I hold it high,
If I hear mockery I would die,
Tell a stranger of that buried treasure,
They ask for a sample something to measure,
Refuse to acquiesce debilitating distress,
A look of scorn for that which is forlorn,
Don't mention it if you can't exhibit,
I won't permit those words I must omit,
Reserve the prize for those found worthy,
More meaningful in times of need surely,
A moonlit stroll to console fallen soul,
Cheer up those who have paid a heavy toll,
For if I can't share this gift with the world,
At least I can share it with those few pearls
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