Came the night a mist dissolved the trees.
And in the broken light, colours fly, fading by.
Pale and cold as figures fill the glade.
Grey is the web they spin, on and on, and on and on.
Through the flame still summer lingers on
Though her pictures soon shatter.

All, always the same.
But there appears in the shades of dawning
Though your eyes are dim
All of the pieces in the sky.

There was once a harvest in this land.
Reap from the turquoise sky, harlequin, harlequin.
Dancing 'round, three children fill the glade.
Theirs was the laughter in the winding stream, and in between.

All, always the same.
But there appears in the shades of dawning,
Though your eyes are dim,
All of the pieces in the sky.

All, all is not lost
And light appears in the shades of dawning
When your eyes can see.
Order the pieces, put them back, put them back.




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