There is such humanity to burst on this place and unwittingly make it into a butterfly.
With gems and twinklings of the end of things we decorate the memorabilia of the future.
There is such humanity to dance through this place and unwittingly take it as a forest.
With songs and shards of the sadness of things we paint the records of the future.
There is such humanity to sleep inside this place and unwittingly dream it a home.
With tears and glimmerings of the truth of things we draw the plans of the future.
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