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This is a story About two children One who hid to heard And another ran to be remembered I present to you "Kid & Leveret" Found in forgotten fields of flaxen I was the leveret in hiding Rowdy and rigorous they reave and rally There where the houses once stood It used to be a kingdom For a foolish majesty Then he put his hands over his ears And welcomed entropy Came the undergrowth Overburdening before What is left is a hamlet And the wails of yore Found in forgotten fields of flaxen I was the leveret in hiding Rowdy and rigorous they reave and rally There where the houses once stood Letras de canciones Bam! Bam! Bam! Down the door and here I am Beyond the cranny "come hither" Says the feathered lady "Fare thee well to the hound that held your home" Foreboding Farther off we'll go Found in forgotten fields of flaxen I was the leveret in hiding Rowdy and rigorous they reave and rally There where the houses once stood Her father was a doll maker He taught her how to weave one's movement The marionette who took the thread When the baron lost his head Oh A spider, a spinner, believe her, she's a mother A woe of many morns, amidst a storm She receives a knock on the door (Knock knock knock) A sight of silver and locks of gold Kid among beast of metal and malice I was real and she was alone Bird among bears of bark and leaves Found in forgotten Bird among bears of bark and leaves Found in forgotten Bird among bears of bark and leaves Found in forgotten fields of flaxen You were the leveret You are the lover Where the yarrow grows I will be awakened, no longer I am puppeted String from your instrument Rather from her fingers, dearest though she was She never saw me silence silence I won't go far I promise Candles were a start now here I am at my brightest Win or wound me with a kiss Find me where the Lark is Find me where the yarrow grows I will be awakened, no longer I am puppeted String from your instrument Rather from her fingers, dearest though she was She never saw me at my brightest However when that happens Pray to never Take my hand (take me far) I'll let us wander (wander away) Far from where we (from) Had once been strung (once we were) I can see you not for your eyes I can hear you've left me entwined Where do we go? We're running slow From the house! From the hills! To the fields! To the humming groves! From Letras Mania