Story let me die
Get to the garden and leave your body outside
Story let me live
Stars aren't always known nor fixed for all children
(Who'll leave us better told?
Would have to say our names like they've never been before
Like the oldest book that gets new life with a new title
Rush right past the words to the symbol)
A little bit of almost New Myth, by Lia Ices
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