Remembered by Witchcraft
My heart's on fire
I'm alive
I've got wings of my own
something new something fresh
indestructable and fragile
make amends
I softly call
call on you
I don't know
what it takes to get through
dont' cast it upon another
this daydream is growing old
it's night but I'm not cold
maybe my horses are a little bit high
or maybe I'm easy and you are going blind
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