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when we create things
The colors of constancy begin to show
Because it is winter
We see things we didn't know were there
The windows are etchings

Choose the shortest way to paradise
Crawling beneath the dying sun
Closed eyes watch the red mist rise
No savior, constancy's gone

Repeated words of its

the torrent of wind giving breath to these thoughts,
As they witness the rage of this champion's gaze and dress me in colors to cover the stain they shall feel

Or breaking off the discussion prematurely
His constancy to friends
Never getting fed up with them
Or playing favorites

And his advance planning well in

He's got a double for his stunts
He's got a way of pushing men out the door
You'll think he's brave until he's touched
Nothing like constancy to show