Oh Noorie, dear Noorie
Please set me free.
I wish to be a faerie. One with wings that can fly.
Where the wind will guide me.
The ocean can't reach me
And the sun will heat my skin with kisses.
And when I am burned, the moon will embrace me.
I will be safe, just me and the moon.
Oh Noorie, dear Noorie.
I wish for the moon.
Even if it is cold and black.
Oh Noorie, dear Noorie.
I'd rather turn to ice than fall for the warmth of the sun.
The same warmth that burns you from behind.
The warmth they say we need to survive
But is it worth it?
If in the end
You crumble to ashes
And you're burned alive?
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