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I once thought the world
was made of crystal and glass,
and painted sheer,
So that colors may pass;
reflecting the light
of our vision so.
And displaying through it,
Bits of rainbow.
Not a color, nor shape,
we haven't seen in the sky,
or mirror of thought,
but perhaps God's eye-
And the wonder that's sated across the land,
as we were the prism that sat in his hand.