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Tell my boys I’ll be back in spring
I found myself my own king
I took his crown, I took his ring
What if you ignored the cost?
Fostered eyes and fostered loss
Hold me like your own
Fostered pen, fostered bone
Tell all my girls I’ll be gone
Who needs wings when I hear you sing?
