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Millions of diamonds fell that day

Coming not from the mines but from many eyes,

Reflecting flashing lights off worried faces

Not as durable but still as heavy,

Falling down on the concrete paved with memories

Many diamonds fell that day,

Flooding from their eyes and falling from the skies

But none fell as far as those two tiers

With out warning, or any goodbyes

On that day many eyes turned to diamond mines.