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Hundreds of patches Colors and shapes Sew it together Magic takes place The whole of it is glorious So brilliant and bright But when a patch stands alone It's as cold and sad as night Like a puzzle the shapes fit together Each piece in its own place A patternless meadow As unpredictable as outer space But when a piece falls away The rest of it tumbles down, too Now the whole thing has fallen apart All because one patch flew So remember that each thing is important Special in its own way And that you must be careful Of the things that you say For if you point and stare And do things that offend You might as well just give up For things will soon come to an end |