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Odd Funerals for New Beasts
I sew the dust into your hair
And with no pleasure release
I leave you quivering there
Odd Funerals for New Beasts
I sew the dust into your hair
I never meant to deceive
I never meant to care
So I lay you on the altar
And I pray for such things
And as the fire consumes
We become these new things
So I lay you on the altar
And I pray for such things
On your golden eyelids
I place ancient moth wings
I tethered hands to the bone

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