Pierced by an open breeze
Latches and gently teethes
Lead us, show that
We know how
Know how
Know how
Know how
How
Awoke to the hands of three
Stitching and fixing me
Lost track of the way out
Lead us, show that
We know how
Know how
Know how
Know how
How
Emita stands politely in the doorway with her ox's head
Resting on her shoulder
The ceiling above them falls apart slowly
Peering around the corner
Linus waiting there for her
First place, last race
We know now
Know now
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