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Aluminum

They say itís aluminum
But I have to disagree
Itís more like tungsten-carbide
Or titanium to me

They call it aluminum
But I donít think that itís true
The feelings that I feel today
Are platinum for you

I refuse to acknowledge
The makers of years
Authority on emblems
Of time

I donít have to celebrate
Foil-flimsy smears
Or apply the descriptions
Assigned

Who are they to decide
What we call what weíve made
Or determine the symbol
Of us

Their logos canít capture
The unyielding braid
Of friendship, and passion
And trust

So it may be aluminum
To those who make decrees
But you and I will always be
A diamond to me