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Came the night a mist dissolved the trees
And in the broken light colours fly, fading by
Pale and cold as figures fill the glade
Grey is the web they spin, on and on, and on and on
Through the flame still summer lingers on
Through her pictures soon shatter
All, always the same
But there appears in the shades of dawning
Though your eyes are dim
All of the pieces in the sky
There was once a harvest in this land
Reap from the turquoise sky, harlequin, harlequin
Dancing round three children fill the glade
Theirs was the laughter in the winding stream, and in between
Close your talk, the picture fades again
From the flames in the firelight
All, always the same
But there appears in the shades of dawning
Though your eyes are dim
All of the pieces in the sky
All, all is not lost
And light appears in the shade of dawning
When your eyes can see
Order the pieces, put them back, put them back
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