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Under the green-hued skies
Where all sound is music,
And all silence sacred;
Where earth and sea are built of thoughts;
Where substance is shadow,
All is light and dark and
Contrast;
Where tragedy is beautiful
And imperfection perfect;
Where life is symbolic of reality:
This is the land in which I live.
Come to this alien world,
My home;
Sing with me
Under the green-hued skies.

Trapped outside the world Trapped outside the world For Signs & Seasons