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Moon child star angel dream, little bird hold the world in your beak. Not always careful when you speak but your heart it beats gold, I can see brightly through my veil of shadows. No longer in retreat and we sing.

Kitchen conversation, lend me your ear. Roxette or Stevie, what is the year? maybe we need entertainment but we provide it ourselves.
Thank you and you're welcome, my dear.

Love you. We're more than appearances. Let them stay pressed and so irrelevant. People with a partial picture draw the worst conclusions. Thank you and you're welcome my dear.

God and science only knows whatever they said wasn't true. Problem child, the problem isn't always you. it's hypocritical people in a theater of pain. No longer in retreat, and we sing.

Demon light came to life in a fire held in the palm of the elder on high. The light in all of us must not die defined by hate. Let's reclaim consciousness from the callous and let go for goodness sake.

The simple hearted want to condemn from glass house realms but I hear a distant howling calling me to run free. You can feel free to run free.

(She's here to do the devil's work/and that's all she's here for)

Is every riddle meant to be solved? Or do we still need some mystery after all?

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from Sphinges, Sibling Selves and Queens (LP), released August 23, 2019

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Walking Bombs Tustin, California

Solo and collaborative vehicle for musician and writer Morgan Ywain Vink-Lainas Evans (and various friends/artists they admire). Implied Greek tragedy may or may not be included.

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