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The sky draped itself face-down |
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A pacifying hood |
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Greyous in any way |
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And its cage was the dome of |
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The rainbow |
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Two-dimensional to some, but |
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For everyone beneath, |
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It was Atlas |
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If you looked up from below |
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At its coloration |
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Its bands grew broader |
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Towards the summit |
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As the shades short-waved |
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The most vast color: |
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Violet |
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I was stuck on Violet, miniaturized |
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It was four days' walk to the blue border |
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The "Land of the Arch'ed Circle" |
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That was Violet. |
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I imagined the bottom of the Rain Bow |
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Tunneling through the roots of the Mountain |
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I walked Violet to the Equator |
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Where I dug my own grave then died in it |
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Beneath the ground I rode the royal hue |
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All through the Earth for Eternity |
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And as the sun became too dim |
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The frame dissolved and |
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The Greyous blanket fell. |
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It lay upon the grass until the Morning |
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When it was hoisted up again |
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By a spinning Rainbow |
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O'er the vale. |
