Dark, dark day
I sit alone in my dark, dark room. And with a sudden thought, I sit. And as I sit my eyes turn grey. And as it turns toward the sunny day. I reach my hand, as I say, "Go forth my hand and blot the day." So darkness falls upon the day. And once again my eyes turn grey. Forever with the snowlight glistening. My hands will weave the gleaming of the dark, dark day.
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