I have a crystal and your memory
And both of them can be spun in fingers
But they are more trouble than spider's webs
With venom dripping onto Loki's face
(I turn aside, every slight dull moment)
And tapestries are painted with ashes.
Give me time, and I will make you so proud
That the very heavens drop in cascades.
The wind weeps when it hears my voice.
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