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I see amongst a sea of grey
Something that makes me go “hey”
A glint of blue, a chunk of sky
A pretty hue, never to die
A white of sun, a bite of fun
The rain on the roof pitters
The pickaxe gives me splinters
And in my dreams and my wakes
I see the diamond glitter
Something that makes me go “hey”
A glint of blue, a chunk of sky
A pretty hue, never to die
A white of sun, a bite of fun
The rain on the roof pitters
The pickaxe gives me splinters
And in my dreams and my wakes
I see the diamond glitter
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