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The Subtle Way Until We Have Faces Ep

She is my guard The candle to my cheek She flies to me With her golden locks And a sharpened sword she?ll never sheathe But we are face-down And we

that conjugate Will help my arms? Set me straight Once again until I Have all my limbs arranged (No) Face to face until we have faces Face to face until

We walked across the sand Two trails with tails to tell And our footprints kept our track Until there were only two One pair of prints pronounced one