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Would it be that I bow quietly and leave,
and wonder ever if you'd chosen me?
or join the procession of faithful suitors,
passing sated just to hear you breathe?

or wait plain in sight, in secrecy,
bare thread and seams?
I beg tonight, all my wits reveal:
more than meets your eye.

as you rise, the Fall enters inside.
as you rise, you look to find what will be yours,
and you will not be denied.
as you rise, there's fire in the air.
as you pass, I whisper this as I stare:
'Oh, aren't you just the glass.'

silk and gold, upon a throne, in fashions late and old,
so dressed up for a world's end, you know.
you're all falling jewels as gleaming hair spills down in pools,
there's no sunlight left in sight: all beauty pours from you.

the whole dancing court stops dead just to look at you,
and wish you a good night.

as you rise, there's fire in the air.
as you pass, I move to tip my hat, but do I even dare?
as you pass, I'm simply rapt:
Oh, aren't you just the glass.

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