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palest sky and purest clouds

empty voices

empty vows

men line up

to take their bows

singing horses

quiet cows

spirits high

the mice, they play

in the rafters

in the clay

they worry not

their fears at bay

the doctor is not in today

beauty under every skin

jewels locked away within

charming princes sweep the floors

and no one guards the castle doors

plastic keys to golden locks

the hen no longer fears the fox

visitors, but no one knocks

and conversations, but no one talks