Oh cunning, cunning spider
Weave me a web full of dreams
With sticky strings which connect possibilities
Overnight you create a miracle, until the dawn sings
Oh how could they judge you so unfairly
When you only work so silently in a corner
And beneath the joyous dark blue and wishing stars
You make all your pieces glitter
Jealous, aren't they?
To question the features you have
Because you color life and all the worlds
With transluscent threads, and a wondrous craft
You tell no lies with what you make
And you fill them up with passion
How i desire to also be a spider
Though judged without just, i can weave an inspiration
i am not crazy
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