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the horses ride, they arejust shadows on the wallsometimes this whole old house is liminalsometimes i am allowed sight of a secret doorother times it's just a wallthe door... three hundred years gonethe glow of october is exhale on embercold brings the dark and in dark, we rememberivory and asha dull brass latchopened right before we woke, and -a dream that would not passfull moon crowns its bare headout of the cloud's thighswind doula unspools the threadthrough fog and song she'll guide Aus Songtexte Mania