.Starshot, halo-bound
So laying me out
You got flaxen wings of hayseed
And something under your arm
And may I please touch
Your fancy tattered cloak
Were its holes divinely fabricated
Or were they eaten out by a moth?
...Eaten out by a moth? (Repeat)
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