While you are busy counting every pebble
On the beach caressed by wave after wave
The diamond just stands, feeling terrible
It shone, it spoke, the pebbles to stave
Lo! the lustre, to you, mere noise,
And so not worthy of a mere glance upon
Beyond pebbles, when you make the diamond your choice
Could be too late, my dear, the diamond'd be gone
On the beach caressed by wave after wave
The diamond just stands, feeling terrible
It shone, it spoke, the pebbles to stave
Lo! the lustre, to you, mere noise,
And so not worthy of a mere glance upon
Beyond pebbles, when you make the diamond your choice
Could be too late, my dear, the diamond'd be gone
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