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Look at it Like a golden loom Weaving A cloth that floats like silk Hanging there in bloom Name it what you will Name it what you will There is a silence in this room It’s making everyone uncomfortable Hatched from a fold Heavy and old Rolled in the dent amidst us all Chips like the stone off the surface Sits like a dog on a fence Eyes swept with rigor, more dissent Marvelous innocence Silence The excess air is straining the walls Spread-eagle thoughts plummet from trees like carnivores Separations dome where even echoes travel alone Dreams that are feeding off night Like a flickering candlelight Here I sit and watch its slow decline Into Silence Aus Songtexte Mania