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What a pure splendid fusion: life, death, misfortune,
A congregation of all people, all races,
A tale spun gleefully, woven, mans work.

Walls I hear echo over deep pearly white clans,
Those cruellest walls hiding deepest secrets,
People gaze hopelessly, they hang, those life-like dolls.
With sharp trickles of their concave faces,
Of a greater joy, a greater sadness; or not.
I sense that it is more than I shall learn.
Small Gods deliver children, remorseful news.
I doubt if tailors are people at all.
Only those heavy dark walls, who always show truth.
Perpetual monotony. See it change?

What a gloom tragic fusion: death, lies, misfortune.
A congregation of such dolls, grey faces.
A tale spun lifeless on a spinning wheel.
They rock back and forth in their cubical cases.

Description
What a pure splendid fusion: life, death, misfortune,
A congregation of all people, all races,
A tale spun gleefully, woven, mans work.

Walls I hear echo over deep pearly white clans,
Those cruellest walls hiding deepest secrets,
People gaze hopelessly, they hang, those life-like dolls.
With sharp trickles of their concave faces,
Of a greater joy, a greater sadness; or not.
I sense that it is more than I shall learn.
Small Gods deliver children, remorseful news.
I doubt if tailors are people at all.
Only those heavy dark walls, who always show truth.
Perpetual monotony. See it change?

What a gloom tragic fusion: death, lies, misfortune.
A congregation of such dolls, grey faces.
A tale spun lifeless on a spinning wheel.
They rock back and forth in their cubical cases.