Show me what you’re made of, darling.
Is it dreams and golden feathers in flight?
Kill the ones who harm you, darling.
Black enemies who fall before quiet, sleeping might.
Show me what you’re made of, darling.
Is it dreams and golden feathers in flight?
Kill the ones who harm you, darling.
Black enemies who fall before quiet, sleeping might.
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