Cloth slowly unravels
Gently wound, griped in a tight clasp
Becomes a lovely ornament, bound in crystal thread
With icy cracks illuminated by yellow light in distant sight
Clear glass of a kaleidoscope mirrors world
All colors and shapes
More beautiful through this lens
Than the dreary eye
Rest your pretty blue eyes child
And simply gaze through the glass
Gently wound, griped in a tight clasp
Becomes a lovely ornament, bound in crystal thread
With icy cracks illuminated by yellow light in distant sight
Clear glass of a kaleidoscope mirrors world
All colors and shapes
More beautiful through this lens
Than the dreary eye
Rest your pretty blue eyes child
And simply gaze through the glass
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