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dystopian utopia
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
