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Snowflakes dance like white fairies of old
Each one a treasure to behold
Far more precious than spectrums of stone
For stones, anytime, the rich can easily own
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I for one think it quite queer
That in the swift swish of a hummingbird's wings
There is time a-plenty for the gargantuan events
Which will transform the paths of the rivers of time
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In a silent wood covered in snow
Where a harsh wind begins to blow
Like an emerald treasure chest this wood does bear
A beautiful unicorn with golden hair
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Summer time Eden is a jade-green pleasure
And for Eve each moment there is a golden treasure
And all of nature strives to please her in this time of leisure
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I once saw a bird who stole the light from the sun
And wore it as a coat to make the world as bright
I once saw a man who took blackness from the darkest night
And forced it to take shape of an onyx prison
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I sit above the entrance, weathered weary and worn
I've been doomed to remain here forever since this church was born
Stone observer, I watch as people come and go
And I love these people so but they never seem to know
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She remembered when once she kept this world alone
A goddess gliding through eternal trees
Beneath the silver queen on a heavenly throne
Scent of jasmine whirled by an invisible breeze
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Here, on the ashes of Eden I stand
Alone. The horizon changes from grey to black
Tired eyes scour the clouds for silver
And as always, find just dust and smoke
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The stage burns brightly in the crimson blaze
Of the shimmering spotlight’s iridescent gaze.
They watch, like angels, from lofty heights
The holy man conjured in the stage’s far right.
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Once apon a forgotten time
An impossible dream away from our world
Was a land where the stars were crystals and the clouds were pearls
Which when strung together held up the sky
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Children roam the forsaken lands
Round fire demon burning their blistered hands
These children are the living dead
Their fragile limbs as thin as thread
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The Magic Of Snow

Snowflakes dance like white fairies of old
Each one a treasure to behold
Far more precious than spectrums of stone
For stones, anytime, the rich can easily own
The white season only enchants us a few months a year
The fairies, by magic, soon disappear
God, not man, decides whom these riches bestow
The rich of spirit know the value of silvery sheets of snow
Children charmed by snow's shimmering spell
Gaze at a snowman sculptured by winter's richest girl
Whose love moulded beauty into perfection
And whose childish joy shines from every section
Like a perishing goddess, winter's wind begins to sing
The purity of winter must mature to spring
From the snowman, molten light trickles into a stream
Before the children's eyes, vanishing into a dream
Why are their eyes shining with regret and pain?
Winter will return to cast its spell again
When their white season ends, they should then lament
For that treasure's lost forever, once it is spent

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