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Hiding in long grass/Staring at the waking sky

Vanish with a breath of wind, vanish with the mist, leave your imprint in the sand, cut through the seaweed, disappear. Go put on your wreath of aromatic herbs and we shall fly like butterflies.

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‘Vanish with a breath of wind, vanish with the mist, make your imprint in the sand, cut through the seaweed. Go put on your wreath of aromatic herbs. We shall fly like butterflies.’

Hiding In Long Grass / Staring At The Waking Sky

Lycanthrope Oboe