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Gazing to the East, with words clearer than light;
she thought her eyes had played with ever colour.
Shards, streams and souls alike,
bleeding from the thin, thin line.
Why, why do you stare if it burns
her colours prayed through the eyes of the brother.
He sang her true name, se whispered gracia
with red and blue, stayed silent at the tear,
but found herself;
spirited away
on the surface of the Sun
only dream she ever had.
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