My grandpa used to tell me
There are diamonds in the sky
Every day at night
He will point at the stars
Tiny crystals that sparkle in the sky
And say look yonder my young lass
There are diamonds in the sky
And when death took grandpa to heaven
I used to look up every night
At the sparkling stars all over the sky
Maybe grandpa is up there too
With the diamonds in the sky
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