I had something then I lost it
A whole district of Christmas windows
Every street at every sunset
We line up reality after reality while this one warms over
Fury, forgetfulness, forgiveness
Fathoms are what they’re calling for
And winged horses
And well-intentioned warlords
So much dirt to trample
So many messages to send
The meek and the miserly will dance among the ashes
It’s your wedding day
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