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Come, dance with us, into the green.
Come, dance with us, into the gold.
There are places you have never seen;
There are things you will never hold.

There are horses with long white manes,
Black as the night wind bearing the stars,
Their staring wild eyes like glass window panes,
Their faces feral and as fierce as jaguars.

There are towers rearing from the grass,
Delicate as the winter's first touch of frost,
Made of crushed spider webs spun out to glass,
Made of that beauty which is too quickly lost.

There are maids with eyes like the sky
Just after a sunset, flaming with the western hues.
They may reach out to embrace someone close by;
They may kill with but a touch if they choose.

Come, dance with us, into the white;
Come, dance with us, into the fair.
If you come dance with us, then the sight
Will forever scar you, and forever there

A part of you will linger, in a grasp unseen.
The hollow hills will ever your heart hold.
But, come dance with us, into the green;
Come, dance with us, into the gold.