dew
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The sky lays low tonight
like a blanket of a flag on a deceased man
eagles fly no more
and the world we once knew
is covered by a blanket
of dew
But that dew isn't water
Everyone wants to be a gem,
They yearn to become
Their ideal cut.
Diamonds, rubies,
Emeralds, opals,
All beautiful gems.
Most of us aren’t born gems,
Some have to be shaved,
