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Put on the fur skin

Alone for days on end

The inner thoughts of animals

Passing between them

Anything is possible

Anything is possible

If no one is there

To stop it from happening

Put on the fur skin

The spirit passes in

Become something else

The doors are held open

Anything is welcome

Anything is welcome

If we welcome them

And hold the doors open

The stones came together, on their own

Doorways to a house, that isn't there

The master sleeps in his giant chair

Once a year, only then, let him in

Brand it into skin

Our tiny tributes

Scratched into stone

The moon rises again

Filling like a basin

The circle finishes itself

Placed on the shelf

Anything is possible

If the time is right

Anything is possible

On the proper night