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Prologue: The city of glass
I have dreamt of a city, a city of glass
In the darkest of hours before morning
Of the beauty alluring and danger about
That then shifted from glory to warning
I have dreamt of a city, a city of glass
Where your wishes appear brightly clear
For the glass is deceiving the eye and the mind
And it shows, what is faraway, near
I have dreamt of a city, a city of glass
Seen the shards lying amidst the beauty
And I’ve seen how it cut, and then I understood
That the soul is the cruel glasses booty
I have dreamt of a city, a city of glass
And I’ve feared to speak, lest it shatters
And I’ve feared to whisper, lest dragons still sleep
And I’ve feared to do that, which matters
I have dreamt of a city, a city of glass
I have dreamt of a friendship eternal
That first saw glass and shards and then dreamt of the sky
Of the perishing of the infernal
I have dreamt of a city, a city of glass
That once beautiful was in its splendor
That’s beautiful now only to those who do not
Miss love, not miss truth, not miss candor
I have dreamt of a city, a city of glass
I have wished all its walls torn asunder
Wished the walls gone away, that invisible, still
Are a prison that will fall in thunder
Jean Prouvaire, winter 1932
