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
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I'll find you, then hide you, in my hourgla**
I'll find you, then hide you, in my hourgla**
Fickled seasons. Seasoned demons
Rumi's reasons got me thinking now
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