Strange

Doesn't it seem strange
 Searching for a hidden page
 The fairy's cage
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 Coming of true age
 Leave the costume on the stage
 The silkworm's rage
 Iridescent thread, beautiful and dead
 Billions of worms were boiled to make the bed
 Strange, see the luna moth cry
 Lime green tears through the fruit bat's eyes
 Scatter and destroy
 Every power you enjoy
 To lay with the void
 Twirling of the dime, splitting of the mind
 Drawing constellations 'til the stars align
 Strange, see the luna moth cry (Cry)
 Lime green tears through the fruit bat's eyes (Eyes)
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 You have wings of gold
 You will never grow old
 And turquoise lungs
 You have never been young
 You have wings of gold
 You will never grow old
 And turquoise lungs
 You have never been young