Lost winds in the cold of her eyes -bring a dream of gold into the ways of night. If I redeemed the moon on fire, if I believed the Sun while dire, the trixter would redeem the name -to hold hope in the nativity of dreams

Creativity
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Lost winds in the cold of her eyes -bring a dream of gold into the ways of night. If I redeemed the moon on fire, if I believed the Sun while dire, the trixter would redeem the name -to hold hope in the nativity of dreams