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That fragile thing

It slipped so slowly
That fragile thing
It slipped through fingers
Clutching at smoke
And that fragile thing
Lay in pieces upon the floor
Itís glass you see
That fragile thing
And I thought it was clear
See through
Like a polished window
Reflecting all on the other side
Itís glass you see
That fragile thing
But glass can sometimes be opaque
And clutching at smoke
That fragile thing slipped
And lay in pieces upon the floor
Written by Rayne
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