It was just before the moon hung
Her weary, heavy hating
the gallows and the graves hold
the milky, milky cradle
His tears have turned to poppies
shimmer in the midnight
Flower in the twilight
a Flower in the twilight
And our screaming
is in his screaming
our screaming in
the willow
They took him to the gallows,
He fought them all the way though,
And When they asked us how we knew his name
We died just before him
our eyes are in the flowers
our hands are in the branches
our voices in the breezes
And our screaming
is in his screaming
our screaming in
the willow tree
We're waiting by the willow
our milky, milky cradle
our lockets long have rusted
his picture worn and weathered
our hair is in the garden
our voices in mitosis
our wombs are in the blossoms
our arms are in the branches
And our screaming
is in his screaming
our screaming in
the willow tree
And our screaming
is in his screaming
our screaming in
the willow
Her weary, heavy hating
the gallows and the graves hold
the milky, milky cradle
His tears have turned to poppies
shimmer in the midnight
Flower in the twilight
a Flower in the twilight
And our screaming
is in his screaming
our screaming in
the willow
They took him to the gallows,
He fought them all the way though,
And When they asked us how we knew his name
We died just before him
our eyes are in the flowers
our hands are in the branches
our voices in the breezes
And our screaming
is in his screaming
our screaming in
the willow tree
We're waiting by the willow
our milky, milky cradle
our lockets long have rusted
his picture worn and weathered
our hair is in the garden
our voices in mitosis
our wombs are in the blossoms
our arms are in the branches
And our screaming
is in his screaming
our screaming in
the willow tree
And our screaming
is in his screaming
our screaming in
the willow
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Her weary, heavy hating
the gallows and the graves hold
the milky, milky cradle
His tears have turned to poppies
shimmer in the midnight
Flower in the twilight
a Flower in the twilight
And our screaming
is in his screaming
our screaming in
the willow
They took him to the gallows,
He fought them all the way though,
And When they asked us how we knew his name
We died just before him
our eyes are in the flowers
our hands are in the branches
our voices in the breezes
And our screaming
is in his screaming
our screaming in
the willow tree
We're waiting by the willow
our milky, milky cradle
our lockets long have rusted
his picture worn and weathered
our hair is in the garden
our voices in mitosis
our wombs are in the blossoms
our arms are in the branches
And our screaming
is in his screaming
our screaming in
the willow tree
And our screaming
is in his screaming
our screaming in
the willow
It was just before the moon hung
HEAR weary, heavy hating
the gallows and the graves hold
the milky, milky cradle
His tears have turned to poppies
shimmer in the midnight
Flower in the twilight
a Flower in the twilight
And our screaming
is in his screaming
our screaming in
the willow
They took him to the gallows,
He fought them all the way though,
And When they asked us how we knew his name
We died just before him
our eyes are in the flowers
our hands are in the branches
our voices in the breezes
And our screaming
is in his screaming
our screaming in
the willow tree
We're waiting by the willow
our milky, milky cradle
our lockets long have rusted
his picture worn and weathered
our hair is in the garden
our voices in mitosis
our wombs are in the blossoms
our arms are in the branches
And our screaming
is in his screaming
our screaming in
the willow tree
And our screaming
is in his screaming
our screaming in
the willow
it makes me think of early america, perhaps salem, personally. something about cocorosie always says witchcraft XD
her weary, heavy hating
the gallows and the graves hold
the milky, milky cradle
his tears HAVE TURNED TO poppies
a shimmer in the midnight
a flower in the twilight
a flower in the twilight
and I was screaming
it's in his screaming
I was screaming near
the willow
they took him to the gallows,
he fought them all the way though
and when they asked us how we knew his name
we died just before him
her eyes are in the flowers
her hands are in the branches
her voice is in the breezes
and I was screaming
it's in his screaming
I was screaming near
the willow trees
we're waiting by the willow
her milky, milky cradle
her lock it's long and roasted
HIS PICTURE WORN AND WEATHERED
her hair is in the garden
her voice is in the ?
her RULES are in the blossoms
her eyes are in the branches
and I was screaming
it's in THIS screaming
OUR screaming near
the willow trees
I was screaming
it's in his screaming
I was screaming near
the willow trees
her weary heavy head in
the gallows and the graves of
the milky milky cradle
his tears have turned to poppies
a shimmer in the midnight
a flower in the twilight
a flower in the twilight
and our screaming
in his screaming
our screaming in the willow
they took him to the gallows
he fought them all the way through
and when they asked us how we knew his name
we died just before him
our eyes are in the flowers
our hands are in the branches
our voices in the breezes
(and our screaming...
we're waiting by the willow
our milky milky cradle
our lockets long have rusted
his picture worn and weathered
our hair is in the garden
the roses in our toeses
our ears are in the blossoms
our eyes are in the branches
her weary, heavy hating
the gallows and the graves hold
the milky, milky cradle
his tears have turned to poppies
a shimmer in the midnight
a flower in the twilight
and her screaming
is in his screaming
her screaming in the willow
they took him to the gallows
he fought them all the way though
and when they asked us how we knew his name
we died just before him
her eyes are in the flowers
her hands are in the branches
her voice is in the breezes
and her screaming
is in his screaming
her screaming in the willow tree
we're waiting by the willow
her milky, milky cradle
her lock it's long and roasted
his picture worn and weathered
her hair is in the garden
her roses in the toeses
her rules are in the blossoms
her eyes are in the branches
and her screaming
is in his screaming
her screaming in the willow tree