  Tricking us, making our hearts their prey, The dreams of the dreams, with books of the dreams, Haunt the homes of the town this day; The visions of rivers, with rhymes of the waterfalls, Haunt the yards of the town this day; The fairies of the fairies, with the flowers of the fairies, Haunt the factories of the town this day; And we throw them kisses, and they fly away. Tricking us, making our hearts their prey, The angels of the angels, with the flags of the angels, Haunt the clouds above the town this day, And we throw them kisses and they fly away. And they call us west to the glacial mountains, To the mines that are books, to the natural fountains. |
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