Crispy sharp spears
A glossy sleeping bat
A glass sculpture always moving
Growing and growing but never has lived
And never will live and never will die
Broken in time
But rebuilt as time goes on
Like rows and rows of jewels
All lined up like soldiers
And if you go take a hike in the winter you will find them
A glossy sleeping bat
A glass sculpture always moving
Growing and growing but never has lived
And never will live and never will die
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