Through the crystaled splendoured canyons,
'Neath the star enshrouded halls,
Past the dreams of dying motion,
Vainly climbing freedoms walls,
Where the myriad of voices
Crying from lifes womb, so dark,
Where the insane see their sanity,
As an embered, single spark,
Whilst their days are kept in wonder,
By the things that we cant see,
And for them this life is better,
Than sanity's expectancy.
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