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Made from waters from the Castillian spring

And white cloth

They gave me a star shaped eye

Count me a madman

I was chased off the bus because I followed a voice too far into the forest

I got lost

I try to smoke out the spirits inside of me whenever I can

But

One day I spoke of a dream

What was shown to me was right

My father had been cursed

Then my mother counted me blessed

With magic

Sight

Connection

Made from the skin of my ancestors

And ochre

Everyone is born on the outside

They gave me a home at the centre

Hear wherever you cast your gaze

One, two, three terracotta coffins

Under a star shaped eye

Floating down a gully

A madman once more

What was shown to me was wrong

Whichever side of the coin they call

I am never just

A person with a star shaped eye