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Threaded silk and glass-bright eyes
He believes my painted sighs
In his hand I spin so sweet
While I weave his cold defeat (shhh...) Who is playing with whom
tonight?
Who's the one in the fading light?
I'm the porcelain on the shelf But you are dancing for yourself (hahaha)
(hush now)
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