Allseeing eye
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you leave your shed
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Weaving icy webs
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of cosmic threds
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Ask directions
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and solid pennies
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Must lit the molten stars
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before they vanish
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Impatient soul
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a spark that passed
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Into a diamond blur
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of eons lost
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And underneath
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the universal will
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Someone counts the loss
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of the imbecill
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Blumma Apt
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| Candlemass |
