burn

into a life you stumble
oh the days that fly

there’s candy in the wind
a heart comes riding by

the banshee hope again
she deftly blinds you to it all

and like every simple babe
before her you will fall

you shouldn’t be here
not the place for you

things here are broken
there’s no magic glue

don’t now play the harp
or cry of such bad things

there’s no love in dragons
nor life beneath their wings

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