We washed down his fiery stones
And sanded down his stars
Just enough for us to tear them all apart.
Every hair, and every blade
gliding through our sphere
We saw his majesty, coated
sweetly, through thin air.
And every man saw a different shade
Whatever wished them well
I found nothing in the blades but the story he had to tell.
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