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They Will Know (by Tilly)
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Eye; Sees Ewes in the Skai:
Bright I's. He's sweet, you know?
Doesn't want it: should have known.
No-one wants it.
Should have none; should be gone.
They will know what it means to me,
To be invisible and able to see
Them look right through me
Like a crystal ball, playing games
With souls marble small.
Little do they know
That clouds which drift above
Are made of lead,
And some day
They will fall.
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