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celebrate an image i hold dear, as when i was there or you were here, in ancient halls we're fêted still, amid this dross and human chill, gathered then as now in lighted halls, some solace as leaven season falls, whether dirt or gleaming opulence, our guests are mired in their pestilence, there's something teeming underneath the skin, it's an usher unto oblivion, marked and marred for what's compelled from heart, anyplace you ever were or are, i see you freed from all these tired walls, and gathered where your spirit calls, bereft of celluloid informed void, i'd see your full self-image ne'er destroyed, eternal halls or timeless fields, the image is forever real, of you believing something good can come, from your hands on those flowers beneath sun...