I ran too close to the spider, had to respawn, played the bassoon, wrote it in a song, and she was weaving a web,

Moon in the sky, and butterflies in my stomach,

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I'm just a man, and we all dance the same, but maybe be careful, I'm just a fly caught in a web,

Red string and the questions that were asked,

Tattoos and magick,

Layers of reality,

Thief in the night,

Trying to escape commitment,

What happens tomorrow,

I dare not consider the question...