Omens by miscellaneous owl

Sheep's guts
Warm blood
Black cats
Crossed paths

Tea leaves
Tell me
He leaves
I grieve

Throwing salt over my shoulder
Waving sage
Can I ward off all these bad omens
Change my fate?
Or will the mirrors go on breaking
Will my heart go on aching
In the same old constellation of pain

Old things
Still sting
Cold eyes
Why try?

Throwing salt over my shoulder
Waving sage
Can I ward off all these bad omens
Change my fate?
Or will the mirrors go on breaking
Will my heart go on aching
In the same old constellation of pain
Will the mirrors go on breaking
Will my heart go on aching
In the same old constellation of pain

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