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Descend to the tops of mountains

Breathe in the air

The coldness

White drapes flutter the sound

Of a mighty arm in a flash of lightning

Standing still

Stiller tham the sound of silence

Eyes reaching down to the valley

Red roofs still slumbering at dawn

Restless souls dreaming in the shadow of pictures

Arms in a flash of lightning look foreboding

Eyes wide open thoughts travel to

Snowy places

Cold places

High places

The furthesr places

Thoughts dancing round the white drapes

Bodies left alone in beds

Turned into chrysalises in a vacuum

Dancing a dance of gods

The last dance

Powerfull eyes are cast down

They have lost their power

And the arms stand still

The dance is over

The thoughts are back home

And the sun starts rising