I'd been invited to a ball.
My gown was nice, but needed more.
And so I gave a friend a call,
Who lent a necklace which I wore.
The diamonds sparkled in the light.
I felt so special with them on.
In joy, I danced away the night,
Till I noticed the necklace gone.
I couldn't find it anywhere.
So, I bought one like it instead.
The years of debt were hard to bear.
One day I told my friend. She said,
'All your problems were such a waste, '
'Because that necklace was just paste.'
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