Pegasus Remix: Remind Me.

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"My Story Is Not Done," by Seanan McGuire, to the tune of "Cheshire Kitten," by S.J. Tucker.
Still not sorry.

I was born into a fairy tale not meant for me,
Confusing, disapproving, hardly relevant nor
Fit to wear the crown.
I learned to roll and tumble with the punches,
Glory in my tricks and treats,
Walk by invisible and never beaten down.

But heavy is the truth that's always hidden,
Tender is the heart you never see,
Hard and fast is the grin that we flash,
But there's a vulnerable line or two in me.
Maybe any place outside of Fairyland
Is not for me, my friend.

        If I leave my wings behind, remind me
        That we're all lost here,
        And it's okay.
        Sun up, sun down the stories hide me down in
        Fairyland, Fairyland, I think you know the way,
        But if you're on your way to say that I
        Won't ever be the one
        Who sounds the final bell,
        Go along your way with all those
        Hurtful words inside you.
        My story is not for anyone else to tell.

(Go through the looking glass and out the other side.
                You do not have to wed the prince to be a fairy bride.
                You gotta learn to dance before you learn to play the tune.
                I won't forsake the journey for the safety of my room,
                Because my story is not done.)

I have learned to count the cost
Everything keeps getting lost,
And the magpies on the midway all say
Nothing's really fair.
That's how it is in tales you see,
And moonlight looks so good on me,
Whether or not I'm really there (so buyer beware),

But heavy is the burden of the wild ones
When no one quite believes a thing we say;
The owl of roses never bothered anyone,
But nobody believes her to this day-and why should they?

If I leave my wings behind, remind me
        That we're all lost here,
        And it's okay.
        Sun up, sun down the stories hide me down in
        Fairyland, Fairyland, I think you know the way,
        But if you're on your way to say that I
        Won't ever be the one
        Who sounds the final bell,
        Go along your way with all those
        Hurtful words inside you.
        My story is not for anyone else to tell.

(Go through the looking glass and out the other side.
                You do not have to wed the prince to be a fairy bride.
                You gotta learn to dance before you learn to play the tune.
                I won't forsake the journey for the safety of my room,
                Because my story is not done.)

Are you a ghost or a pirate bold?
Are you a tradition or a story not yet told?
Darling, you know better than to let them hold the cards:
What have we learned?
It's knowing your own tale that sets you free.
Knowing your own tale can set you free.
Knowing you tale will set you free...

If I leave my wings behind, remind me.
We're all lost here.
And that's okay.