Last night I dreamt of holy lands with unholy laws.
Last night I met an acrobat without any arms.
The shortest straw will win her hand in marriage.
Tonight I long for fairy tales and heavy hearts.
Tonight I turn over every stone that you wore out.
The shortest straw will win her hand in marriage.
I’ll find you then hide you in my hourglass.
Fickled seasons. Seasoned demons.
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