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And when at last we raise our heads
Above the rabbit-hole
Will it be
All too late
What will our eyes then see?
The shadows of our futures lost
And shades we’ll never see
Fall away
From our eyes
Like dust in failing light.
Silent ghosts from parallel shores
Whose kisses leave us cold
Hint of days
Never known
But dreamed of in our hopes.
To take the step from comfort’s home
And follow fortune’s grin
With eyes wide
But still blind
To sieze the chance to fly.