Could that stone become any gem?
                              I confirm, touch and polish them.
                     Most overlook, I feel although,
                            It's a princess and it must glow.
                     While one sees a lump, dull stone,
                            I foresee: beauty must be known.
                     You then get your pricey diamond,
                          I see its smile— it owes to a bond.

                     Jeweller sells, buyer cherishes shine
                           Craftsman can't afford; it's not mine.

                     Did you own a gem extraordinary?
                           Won't you thank buried poor lapidary?
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