The World and the fox
Your eyes have grown cold
hunting for the fox and heel
bare feet you showier the day
Now you have a womans shape
and you can change the colour of the sky
The World owes you nothing
Howler if you dare the din
Tear the mask of your face
and wait for the masters voice
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