Collection, The
Priceless in his sightMore precious than gold
All the riches in the universe
Could not compare
He's been asked to sell
Or give some away
At least trade one or two
His response is always the same
The collection is not for sale
So valuable to him are they
That when just one is broken or lost
He'll stop everything
To fix or find them
Won't give up until they're found
His collection is everything to him
Who is this man obsessed?
What is this collection you ask?
The man is God himself
We are his collection, his children
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