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fun fact of the day: the spanish language uses the exact same word for both "genre" and "gender". the more you know

5 is an honorary even number

Here, have the song lyrics that literally came to me in a dream:


Nights run quicker when spent together,
Now my hair smells like your perfume,
Clothes are soaked from ourselves and weather,
Sunrise coming so very soon
Shawl made from sheets and pins like a halo,
Looking like an old-timey christian saint
Walk down the street as the sky turns pale, a
Recreation of past generation pain
They say I tend to look like some fairytale spirit
A fortune teller
Witch of the woods,
A movietime doll,
Oooh my lovely,
Oooh my lovely,
Not at all, not at all!
Past is clinging, and now is sublime
Everything runs it's course, but repeats in a way
Spinning as one round the pillar of time
Like a mayday

Vines run wild, wine runs like a river,
My old cottage out by the sea,
Autumn winds make you chill and shiver,
Come on closer, sit next to me
Bread pulled out from the log fire oven,
Smells just like thousand years ago,
Still your hands are somehow much warmer
Old seaside secret to shun the cold
I know I advertised myself as a fairytale spirit,
A fortune teller,
Witch of the woods, a
Movietime doll
Ooooh my lovely,
Ooooh my lovely,
Not at all, not at all!
Yesteryears don't repeat, but they might just rhyme
Now is gone with the wind, past is here to stay
Spinning as one round the pillar of time
Like a mayday

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