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Glasses
When I was young, I dreamed of the Jabberwock And looking-glass; Now I see the world through A singing soul-- My soul's eye, no longer aslumber, Travels as if in search of a kinder number, Better days, free of thunder-- These are stories that my looking-glass eyes perceives. My soul sees A card-jack and a queen Of hearts and spades respectively, O! this world so merrily Condemns lovers to different trees On which to hang; Though Yggdrasil stands free as can be The fates have woven a different tapestry That our broken hearts cannot help but follow. There are the glasses of a simple fellow, Filled with drinks as well as dreams I am left Intoxicated With dreams of love and tragedy Of another soul lost at sea- Intertwined hearts oh so fruitlessly Searching for those forevermore entombed. Helheim awaits those who sing Aye, siren-song is but a dead man's dream So here I wait, And Odin stands condemning me In front of a set of scales; Sins sprawl endlessly And only a handful of blessings await-- This is the home of siren-song The land of the dead and the cold. These are a few of the stories my soul's eye perceives-- The thoughts and nightmares of bygone days Float like butterflies on golden rays; Through the dreary nights of reality My soul's eye stays true to me And keeps whole my sanity By feeding my heart with boundless dreams.
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