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And in the spring,
I shed my skin and it blows away
with the changing wind

The waters turn
from blue to red
As towards the sky
I offer it.

This is a gift
it comes with a price
Who is the lamb, and
who is the knife?

When Midas is king
and he holds me so tight

turns me to G O L D
In the sunlight

-Florence and the Machine






Some songs are truly fate tunes. They resonate within you before their significance is made clear.

I could never growl, but I have such a roar.