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Twinkling Lights | ||
| The twinkling lights are miles below. They wink at me with happy glow. They tell of life beneath the sky Where people laugh and sometimes cry. Intrusive clouds can block the view. It seems they've nothing else to do. The magic carpet never ends. The twinkling lights become my friends. They comfort me that life goes on, Before I've come and when I'm gone. No jeweler could their brilliance match. To them I shall my eyes attach. | ||
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