25.Conesuala
Lyricist：Feld Marc
Conesuala, lady tailor
Weaving deep beneath the sun
Making things for everything that run, run
Hermitized one, you're my little summer maid
Orchard eyed one, take my love
Holy Grail head, deep forest fed
Weaving deep beneath the moon
Quiver mouth chants a crooning moon rune
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