He draws near the periphery
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In disbelief on delivery
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Came child from the deep inferno
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Crusty head of dead volcano
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Heartless crow with brittle beak
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Wooden leg too schocked to speak
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Lilac dust of a woman's hair
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A wooden cross a paper prayer
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A stone where her body lay
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A stack of feathers a pile of hay
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A mushroom for an eye ball
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A mustache from the snow fall
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Worms weave a ring where fairies square dance
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Queens and kings fairies weave wigs with eyelash
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Trance music makes the fairies dance
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From the caves of snail shells
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Echoes the mutter medieval spells
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Mystery flows her wicked river
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Of thorn and blade and silver sliver
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Bending 'round the clover fields
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Their sapling stems don't break but yield
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Her pain inflicts no arguments
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Must learn to sway and un-arrange
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As earth she makes her final passage
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After humans long have ravaged
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Vanished with all maps for motion
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Upward angels last devotion
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One by one escort us home
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To leave the elementals free to roam
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To bathe in the last of ocean's foam
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To beach comb the nuclear debris
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Our plastic toys and our metal trees
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On the perfect day you'll find the breeze
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Once blew the pollen the feet of bees
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Now cry the stars when upon the earth
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Their gaze might rest a nostalgic burst
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A lament be heard through all the cosmos
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Of the dying planet with fallen foes
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Fairy Paradise
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