XXIX. Envoi

we had no voice we had no name we had no choice we had one face one face the same

we took the blame it was not fair but now we’re here we’re all here too the same as you

and now we follow you, we find you now, we call to you to you too wit too woo too wit too woo too woo


The Maids sprout feathers, and fly away as owls.

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