The gossamer strands of time
Do dance upon the yonder dreamscape
Captivating maybes with silver wings
Sing softly the dirge of never-was
Winged in six the silver-gold vision
Flaming coal in outstretched hand
Blinded by light beyond the heavens
Ethereal streams pushing past
The dawn of day ignites new fire
Embers cool from igneous dust
Enshrined veils of translucent mystery
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