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My eyes opened
Like windows to the future
A child alone

An unfamiliar land
Far from home
No sound
Quiet pressed against
My ears
The choir moved their lips
Like a silent movie
The hour early
Before the cock crows

Angels appear in white
Reach for me
Placed my head in my hands
Began to weep
Color fading
Like an old blue dress

Suddenly it is all stone
Hard and cold
Yet bursting into flames
Hot as hades

A prison of terror
Eyes open wide
Soon to be released
A pardon
Sweet dreams my love

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