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There are Diamonds on my Windowsill

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There are diamonds on my windowsill. It’s night and there is barely any light, but they sparkle like zillions of stars. They are singing to me right now, their bitter- sweet song. They will most likely be gone in the morning, which makes me sad, so I will enjoy their presence for a little bit longer. They are making their own chorus while dancing and flowing to the wind outside my window. I feel cold and I want to cry, but those diamonds outside my window are soothing, so I will take what warmth they give me. A car drove by. The headlights lit up half my window. It was beautiful, a sight to behold. I want to touch those diamonds outside my window. Except if I touch them they will disappear. They are priceless. Some people wish for even a handful of these diamonds, so I count myself lucky for my eyes to look upon them in their brilliance of the night. For some reason they are giving me a sad but content feeling. I wonder why. I wonder, what do other people think of when they watch the rain?



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