Smoke fills the room, with castles in the air-- I weave them all upon a silver loom, look up if you dare--
I wonder where I'm going, And where I belong, What this plastic world can offer me-- The only truth I understand, Is that within my song, And in the smoke-filled pictures that I see--
Threads without any ends, tangle in the chandelier-- Within the smoky corners are my friends, and no one knows they're here--
Music floats to the ground, dragons fly on the wing-- And in their dance, they whirl the whole room 'round, above the heads of those to whom I sing--
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