Sparkle


Sparkle, sparkle in the dust,

someone wants me, I'm sure they must.

Precious I was, wanted by many,

looked up to once, near or far,

admirers now I doubt I've any.

Some might recall, who knows where they are?

Meanwhile

I'll

just

fade.


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