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| The Cogs |
| Embraced in the dark curtain of night, When fairyland lies in slumber Across the sky we take flight More than tenscore in number Sprinkling moonlight new On the velvet of the lands To spread good dreams to a chosen few And feel cool air slip through our hands High we flit like flash of white, Across the veil we fly We scatter stars through all the night And set the moon up in the sky. We are the ones who are, A blessing replaces every curse Sillouhetted 'gainst a solitary star The cogs of the universe. |
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