The whirlwind of the morning air
Harmoniously sighs
And echoes from the facets
Of the cliffs into the skies
We singers of the crystal
Must begin another day
Forgetting all the beauty
In our need to make it pay
The sled may lift us far above
The walls of crystal stone
And we may not remember all
The claims we've called our own
But now we fly and now we sing
And listen for the sound
Of crystal veins that sing reply
From cold and barren ground
Though I have flown a thousand miles
And still must fly as far
I now recall the place I found
My pure black crystal spar
My comp reminds me as I fly
Of things that I must do
And warns me of the dangers
That may keep me from my due
As suddenly the bells ring out
The whine assails my ears
A sonic storm is moving in -
Sled, get me out of here!
The skies light up
The blasts of wind
Are rising to a peak
And every passing moment
Takes me from the black I seek
Racing the wind
Running from the storm
Escaping from the violence
To a shelter safe and warm
The storm moves ever faster
And ever louder calls
The sled gives out an anguished cry
As to the storm it falls
I waken to the howl of wind
Resounding in my ears
The nurse the Guild provides for me
Stands forth to dry my tears
She cannot understand my weeping
Or the reasons why -
I have forgotten, once again
Where my black crystals lie
We singers of the crystal
Live for over eight score years
But you who live a shorter span
May never know our fears
Your memories may reach across
A gulf ours cannot span
Remembering makes you the life
And me the empty man
The sled may lift us far above
The walls of crystal stone
And we may not remember all
The things we've called our own -
But now we fly
And now we sing
And listen for the sound
Of crystal veins that sing reply
From cold and barren ground

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