of a long time ago
when they played in fields
fields made of green glass
and the wind sang
and she would run her fingers
over the oval pipes
and the earth would sing to her
hail kitten
saint of stories
she who sings like heaven
that the choirs of angels weep
hail kitten
saint of stories
she who sings like heaven
that the choirs of angels weep
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