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Fragile ball of opalescence,
Rainbow glass of milky white;
Swirling laughter fills the globe
And bobs, a dancing bauble bright.

Held in fingers fat and chunky,
Beauty of the hidden pearl
May fall from these clumsy digits,
In their stumble, they unfurl.

Sailing through the sunshine air,
The opalescent bauble sings
Upon the back of springtime freshness,
Flying on soft fairy wings.

Watch descent of magical,
Mysterious full beauty;
The rainbow colours swirl and mix,
Perform in happy duty.

Upon the grass of beaded diamonds
Falls the bauble, singing proud,
And breaks apart that precious treasure,
Shattered splinters cry out loud.

At once, the world is dark and dim
And midnight waters cascade down;
Hiding beauty in the blackness,
Milky rainbow, broken crown.

Merely glassy splinters now,
The opalescence gone forever;
Icy shards of stabbing coldness,
Beauty seen not now, not ever.

Weep in silence, weep in midnight,
Scalding tears roll down fat face.
Gone forever, opalescence,
Broken, lost, fearful disgrace.

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