can you remember the words of our dying Mother?
all winters' white... and wonderful
the third eye spies the greatest pain
in league with the cycle of life... feel the change
her breath of frost upon the House of Man's beating heart
sleep children (sleep...), such colours to be seen
sanguine glaciers, the veins of our prelude
fore this is where she lies. Mother, be our eyes...
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