Mirah - The Forest
"We dug up the roots of all the stories, put 'em in a pot / and brought them to a fiery road.
We fed on these things without a worry, / never gave a thought to the coming of the winter storm."
We fed on these things without a worry, / never gave a thought to the coming of the winter storm."
I think there's a list somewhere of "people who could read the phone book to me and I would still find it beautiful" and Mirah is on that list.
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