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Plastic Jewels
The terrace there
A shadow shakes
The trees shift in revalries
Moon is dripping from the walls
A lovers light in long parade
The bleary skies of stars and larks
Asleep between the branches
Jealous I am sure
The city light of plastic jewels
People waking somewhere around
People falling at last to sleep
People gripping hands in love
Some of a hand they no longer feel
Some hands clasped to heart and head
Staring at a lovely coffin
Some people's hands wring alone
Others are just now reaching out
Even so I must face the wave
All these will be washed away
Taken with the other sands
To the bottom wating to be flipped
