Song: Sharpening the Bones.

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Once I was fairy tale, like you, my little one;
Once I was a splinter of the glory of the sun.
Once I was a princess, dreaming palaces and thrones...
Now I am Coyote's sister, sharpening the bones.

Once I was a shooting star, like you, my darling dear;
Once I was a stardust shadow, living without fear.
Once I was a maiden, fearing mothers, fearing crones...
Now I am Coyote's sister, sharpening the bones.

You can make your story into something all your own.
        Be Coyote's niece, and break your slipper on the stone.

Once I was a riddle game, like you, my laughing love;
Once I was the balance held between the hawk and dove.
Once I was a student, living out my life on loans...
Now I am Coyote's sister, sharpening the bones.

Once I was a future past, like you, my shining star;
Once I was a secret that no door or gate could bar.
Once I was a pauper, rich in things that no man owns...
Now I am Coyote's sister, sharpening the bones.

You can make your story into something all your own.
        Be Coyote's niece, and break your slipper on the stone.

Do not be a fairy tale; be something wild and strange.
Do not yield to princes who insist that you must change.
Do not bleed your life away on stories without bones.
Be Coyote's niece, and break your slipper on the stone.

Be Coyote's niece, and break your slipper on the stone.