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All my diamonds are now bort! Smalt, cinereous and jacinth It's been so since I came from court. What's in my eye is mine to see. When my gems breathe colored dots, What's in my eye is mine to see I think of court and how it rots. Smalt, cinereous and jacinth. When I've got colors in my brain, Smalt, cinereous and jacinth, It twinkles, even in the rain. What's in my eye is mine to see. |