Were the friends weighed for me the white fairy stretches her bow she shoots into the face of my worries and on the two halves breaks the father of all mirrors
He waves for me and I bend he whispers quietly in my ear
You are the most beautiful child of all I hold you like my own blood you are the most beautiful child even the bad is good, in me
The curiosity lengthens my dream the white fairy sings and laughs she has violently made me pregnant and pregnancy tortures me through the night the father of all mirrors
He waves for me and I bend he whispers quietly in my ear
You are the most beautiful child of all I hold you like my own blood you are the most beautiful child even the bad is good, in me
And how I defend myself against the pains of birth in the cradle yet still whoring I see with it to how I give birth and devour the afterbirth