~~~~~~~~ Snatches of a very old song I had in my head tonight, translated to modern Alternian: 'Flowers never talk They never want, they never need In the cradle gilded They are left to rot yet never bleed Eyes of silver; mirror, mirror Thread on wood and steel Keep what can be kept And heave to see which one will kneel I've been told to wait But why should there be silence? Dawning pretty laces Weaving capes of gold And framing muffled faces I will be different I can't be puppeted' ((#lyricposting))