Twinkle of a Passing Car

Moral: Don't Get Drunk
(Each line is seven syllables. Recognize the form?)

Even when you think it's near
What you want was never here
Wait until you die my friend
Then you'll truly have your end
Jewels and lights lose all their gleam
When you've found eternal dream

Even when you think it's near
What you want was never here
Just you wait my little girl
Until you get to the real world
Fantasies mean little still
Say they don't or say they will

Even when you think it's near
What you want was never here
Patience is a virtue, yes
Tell that to the red-black dress
Champagne and wine quench no thirst
Passed when you have seen the worst

Even when you think it's near
What you want was never here
Measuring in time, effortless
Measuring quality, just a guess
Take a part to make the whole
You'd still be missing the soul

Even when you think it's near
What you want was never here
Nights should be the stars you count
Days should be what you have found
Jewels and lights lose all their gleam
When you've found eternal dream

The End

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