Under Byen
plantage
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(Dancing so quietly
In the empty halls
Nods against glass)
Outside grows the plantation
The soft whisper of the tribes
The edge of the crystals
And time is scattered
A dove with a pounding heart
When you stop and listen
To the dreams of the plants out there
There is a rustle under the seam
And the crackling of the fabric against the floor