With the iris, I will sleep under the snow... I am lost with her, lost in my sad grey eyes. And there's a reason, you know, why my pupils are so big - they're holding my wonderland, which is larger than life. I will fall into the pupil, deep in my woods; secret and serpent-like, I will walk under the moons, under the bones, I will sleep under the snow.
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