Body my house
my horse my hound
what will ido
when you are fallen
Where will I sleep
How will I ride
What will I hunt
Where can i go
without my mount
all eager an quick
howw will I know
in thiker ahead
is danger or treasure
When Body my good
bright dos dead
How will it be
to lie inte sky
without roof or door
and wind for an eye
with clud for a shift
how will I hide?
-May Swenson.
(The host, sthepenie Meyer)
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Do you see what we've done?
We're gonna make such fools of ourselves
How did we get here?
I use to know you so well
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