The thread is tugging hard

The refugee from love's not his own

The rainy window tears

The seeds of grass confusion sown

The bait is laid at hand

The deal is much too good to miss



Lucifer sees a stray

And waits to mark him with his kiss



We walk the golden thread

And keep out footing firm and away

If you trip, i'll fall

You'll do the same for me one day




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