Ye three sisters hold me betwixt thy thumbs
Ye three sisters thread half gods numb
My fate and fortune grazes against your blade
My skeleton slowly pries my flesh as you bade
Yes, I fret each day the reigns of my fate belong to them
But I own will, and thus romance my needle into their hem
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Sailor of the Needle
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