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Honeymagic

All that seems to be

Across the land and sea

Forces moving clocks, 

And boulders

All on the run

From that devil Sun


Lie ourselves in grass

Find ourselves at last

Honeymagic

Moving color

The Dream, and Backward One:

The pattern I become


A call from far away

Light creeps into day

Only emptiness

Sweet harmony of sadness

Wraps the world

In its dark fold