Thus the evenings grow dim and grow dimmer

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Thus the evenings grow dim and grow dimmer

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As black and white curtains, mothworn and torn Creep over the sky with blue cotton Dead angels weave asteroid tangles adorned From the bones of those skies long forgotten Gold - pure gold, is the light from behind Jewel silver the light from the back, Laughing pink, sorrow red, rainbow time - all arrayed Outer colors all march in attack Still the curtain is strong, and the angels are armed Thus the evenings grow dim and grow dimmer Yet the angels decay, and the colors all thrive Yet the war will one day have a winner