Apologia

[00:13.96] Lo, and lo
[00:16.93] There aren't queens, ho
[00:20.35] There are streets you paint with gold
[00:27.44] And dreams told of pearl
[00:34.12] Stung with lanterns bright
[00:37.97] With promise since earned by day
[00:44.38] Spurned to fright
[00:47.80] Tuned to phantoms a-flail
[00:51.54] and scorched into sky
[00:54.90] Forgive, forgive what's kind
[01:01.47] Make believe, make believe
[01:05.66] Poppies make 'em sleep like a witch dooms mine
[01:10.27] Make believe, make believe midnight's chime
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[01:20.67] 'cause they closed the cantina
[01:24.43] They closed the cardinal rouge
[01:27.60] They drove 'ol Angelina
[01:31.43] Shuttered her with dread
[01:34.50] Oh, hearth, hearth of a great war
[01:41.72] Your first chance fills my hand
[01:45.23] Penultimate and vast
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[02:02.64] Say it so, there aren't queens, lo!
[02:08.94] By what means though shall we reign
[02:15.91] 'Gainst pitched black and Union Jack
[02:23.16] Your gods aren't coming back
[02:26.68] The owl's in the knave
[02:28.27] Ghost-cinders, tinder-safe
[02:30.09] Forgive, forgive what's asked
[02:36.57] Make believe, make believe
[02:40.35] Poppies make 'em sleep like a witch churns ash
[02:44.88] Make believe, make believe
[02:47.84] My loom and lash
[02:49.92] Make believe, make believe
[02:52.92] My loom and lash
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