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Calling me back home though I've ventured far astray
When I see that beacon shining for me all alone
It calls me back to Texas and to home
Lone star shine down on my home town
Fill my memory light my way
speaks with a deep southern drawl. polite, but sharp tongued and unsettling
their fur seems to shimmer like the cosmos and almost blends in against the night sky
looking into their eyes brings you a sense of unease, as if you're staring at something you shouldn't be. your saliva suddenly tastes metallic
