Windows into ages
Where the pages are stages
And all the words playing their part

Are like weavers who are weaving
A dream that they’re dreaming
And a landscape starts to unfold

But the riddle they fiddle
Can often become brittle
If a dance here or there goes unmet

So be careful when perceiving
Their thoughts and their feelings
If out of step
You will find no revealing

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