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My swan song
For a silent sister
For the wind's sweet flight
For impulse
For dreams
My swan song |
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One brother married to the maid in the tower
One brother married to the sleeper in the wood
One brother married to sweet Red in the cottage
One brother dancing with a glass-shoed girl
I need a Snow Queen
To let down her hair
Build sculptures of ice
Spiralling stairs
I could warm her at night
I could melt her cold heart
One brother cutting wood in the deep, dark forest
And I'm the only one who can't move on
I'm the only one who still dreams of flying
Over lakes and rivers all clustered with swans
I wake every morning with feathers in my hair
Feathers on the left side
My own featherbed
And all I want to do is dream:
Bewitch me
Bewitch me again
I'm flapping against the wind
I can't take much more
I'm veering to the sinister
I'm caught in between
I'm flying in circles
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