Oh my
One eye
Through glass
From all the farce
This was something true
Who are you, my precious?
Why a gem lay in this crevice?
“Me? I know not half of what you do
I am nothing much but less than a few”
Ah and who did speak such to enlighten you?
All the built theories came tumbling down
Emptied from the rush without a sound
And words for a moment left her
“I keep to my place always
I stay and plainly blaze”
And that is simply it
Of you to us give
So stay still


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