When the vampire came to your door,
You answered and invited it in.
The lips of your princess
The ocher of sunset
You would never see them again.
Now that your heart has marched off to war,
And the augur's counted all of your birds
For all the souls you've collected,
Caressed, resurrected
You can not save yourself with your words.
You are not of Earth, my love.
You were sent from the sun.
You may never know the peace of death, love
But you are not the only one.
I've made stars quake with my hands.
I've counted every grain of sand.
I've wanted and prayed for and murdered my friends.
I have spread myself all over the land.
Are we going to die? Never say goodbye.
Will your soul go out the way birds fly?
Up or down? Up or down?
I know not what you are.
Your hairy heart has traveled far.
Send an owl to the augur, I want it no more.
I know not what you are.
Your hairy heart has traveled far.
Send an owl to the augur
And tell him to keep it locked in a mason jar.
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