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Angela Carter down her typewriter
And at the snow
Her bones getting brittle, hair turning
a long way to go

Counting the in the sky
Wondering where we are
that you didn't die
Morning that far

She lives in her own
She lives in her own

Tiny little toyshop, with fireworks
She set fire to the
Nights at the circus, an army of
Like lightning to her

Indian runs deep
Plunging right off of the
Are you or asleep?
You think I would know by this

Angela Carter down her typewriter
And stares at the
Her getting brittle, hair turning whiter
Such a way to go

distorted by time
Mirrors by youth
Now that you have to lie
Why don't you tell us the