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one is one and all alonethere is a room filled with light and glass and golden bells and a girl dressed in white ---two, two, the lily white boys she turns and there are blurs around her in halos there are echoes there are echoes there are echoes...one is one and all alone
above there are three in three reflections ---nine for the nine bright shiners they gaze and instead of smiling the world around them smiles and there is a hum in the crystal we live in
reality is a kaleidoscope and we are the mirrors through which our mothers beam passes there is no blackness in her nights
all the shards w
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Jynweythek PaxHere I have everything I want Here I see everything I know Here I just walk upon forests Here without sun in the gloam Here we are crystalsJynweythek Pax
There is light in the sill by the daytime There is sound on the waters by night There are colors in shadows at morning There are windows which block out our sight There are doors that walk through us
Here everything is as it seems There is no need to curl to your dreams Here we have no incentive to care There is no end to justify means But we must go
Home is where twilight is ended Home is
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