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Mire and Crystal

``~,,~``
In the taking of all that once loved me
I saw how tall I was,
Why should the world spin round for me, I�
In a swirl of memory, a whirl of clouds go rushing by
Painting black any reason why the sun should care nor shine on me
`~,,~`
``~~how small I was~~``

Walkin by our favorite sea,
In moments of clarity, I realized how small I was
The scope of reasoning gone flying by
Across all my horizons of reasoning
I say thee nay
If I cannot walk again, talk again, nor stand up like a man,
Better is it then that a millstone tied round my neck
And cast into the sea
To die in blackness of the depths
Stripped down and cleansed in haunting procession
And the sound of the bell tolls on,
``~~..~~``
``~~Mire and crystal~~``

Sittin alone by the dark,

The spider lifts up its legs to consume its prey
Cold and grey in the dusky day,
I remember so well
The painting of it,
The feelings of it drank up my day,
Mires and crystal,
These are the feelings you leave in me
Taking up my sky
In the willows by devils lake