Kneeling fairy, bowing, we don't know why we didn't see.
Make yourself tired by giving birth, on the edge of the earth,
and see.
Cover your eyes and tears don't let one see.
Don't let the ecstasy of us be seen.
Your eyes are swollen and your tighs,
Your faces hiding from the lies,
But a ghost never wore a sleeve without,
being caught,
do you want to be caught? ? Or run away with me?
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