it's thick
like your face
and sticky
like paste
and i put it on tight
it'll be there all night
the blanket around my heart
into the woods i go
they're dark
like your face
and sticky
like paste
and the branches are tight
i'll be there all night
into the woods i go
hedgehogs dance round the fire
the little one sings
what a sad joy she brings
flames lick low boughs
it's a forest fire now
hedgehogs dance round the fire
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