Overnight our priorities shifted
We could all smell the dragon
Looming in the air though
No one could tell where he was
We were back in the woods
In a fairy-tale of disaster
Told over and over
And new every night
Forgetting how it ends
And then remembering again
I should have loved you more
I should have broken through
And warned you not to go
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