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There is pattern in the moment.

There is crystal in the stone.

Though we dance behind the mirrors,

we are one within our arms.

 

Oh, fly from that deep winter.

trudge from the howling storm.

Past the point of Fiegenbaum,

out of the lonely, into the warm.

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