As I work, at any time
They come and stand behind me
They can see
What things I look at
Hear the words I say
And in the screen, I see
The glimmer of their mantles' efflorescence
It would be almost beautiful
But for the cold touch as they settle
About my shoulders.
They come and stand behind me
They can see
What things I look at
Hear the words I say
And in the screen, I see
The glimmer of their mantles' efflorescence
It would be almost beautiful
But for the cold touch as they settle
About my shoulders.
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