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Dark and open, silence that offers no token,
To my soul a fire, a fire which lit my being.
Then alas, a wind, which blew with no end,
And fallen from its pedestal again
my heart of glass is then broken.

And the shards rain down, silently into the ground,
They pierce the veil of the flesh of the earth.
And the earth, it cries, and then it sighs,
and yet moves on to spin again,
As its fragile heart of glass is then broken.

As a father looks leeringly into the night,
The stars glistening in the great open sky,
He opens his eyes, truly, and he cries,
And offered no token,
His heart of glass again is broken

And then the soil, the air and the sea,
And the flame which once lit my very being,
Taken again, the shards in my hand,
Are melted back together again
As the earth, the father, all under its light,
Illuminating the once endless night.
And melted again,
Hearts unbroken, at least until they fall again



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