Brother and Sisterby Terri Windling |
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do you remember, brother those days in the wood when you ran with the deer falling bloody on my doorstep at dusk stepping from the skin grateful to be a man and do you know, brother just how I longed to wrap myself in the golden hide smelling of musk blackberries and rain tell me that tale give me that choice and I'll choose speed and horn and hoof give me that choice all you cruel, clever fairies and I'll choose the wood not the prince | ||||||||
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