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Final Fantasy → He Poos Clouds → “The Pooka Sings”


Oh! Your eyes, your greedy eyes!
Your dry and desperate tongue
You’ve told a lie! A lie! A lie!
For every pretty note your reedy voice has sung

Do we believe in devils? No.
Winged men? The healing pow’r of love? No.
Enchantment? Social justice? No.
Dead child actors in a white, white world above? No.

Why are all these songs about the things that don’t exist?
Do not resist! We’ll burn these lies tonight and never let them live
Oh, stoke the fire, we’ll burn these words tonight and never let them live

The Pooka wings away
His power o’er me’s at an end
And I put down my violin
I leave it down, never again!