A twisted tale of reflection falling out of the sky
The myth of Inanna descending to the underworld
But now it turns out that it's Odin he loves the best
I won't tell you where the place is
The first time it happened I was ten
As we grew up I have done my best to put together
You're constantly coming up against what isn't you
The forms of folklore poetry mythology
There is a common tone that runs through the tune
Why?
Alerting the readers to the variety of devices
And sings the tune without the words
However they are most often either three or seven
There's an element of circularity and marketing your manuscript
Not in the way she would ever imagined
Stand up and walk away It comes down to the two points
Between my finger and my thumb and no more than twenty words
What happened is that I did nothing about the language
The sketch is written on the primary mode
Things fall out from the red cliff of the mountain
Just a couple of things to consider before echoes
Or craft to go along with the poem song so raw
How did we find everything old is new again
My first encounter with somewhat like this one but also different
Every now and then find out yourself
What the hell am I doing here
And so are you before a fire was in my head
There's always a bit of truth in every legend
That is why the story will be so hard to tell
How the plant was given to the people
There's no such things like reality and fantasy
Out of time out of blue blur into each other
Between the lines you know what the cheeky angels are hanging out
'See. I told you.' lol
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