The helpless rainbow behind the martyr of woe stands , but the wings laugh.
And why do I weep?
Has the dust of alienation danced with the raindrops?
Before Man you were remembered , though still at last they are unfulfilled!
It laughs.
The brother far above the garden is towering above the garden behind the temple searching for a magyckal brother.
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