Types: Filk, Erika, Serious
*In the partially completed folk amphitheatre of the Bardic Circle The Ancestral Hamster and a few others have set up an impromptu jam session. A large copy of "Grey Erika" has been hung in a prominent place. A few votive candles burn beneath it. The Hamster stands up, and approaches a microphone. The group falls silent, as guitar chords begin, and the Hamster begins to sing.*

Hayasaka
{After Mona Lisa -- Nat King Cole}

Hayasaka, Hayasaka, weary angel,
with your grey and ragged wings and patchwork clothes,
Chestnut hair and ashen feathers fall like rain,
Oh, what thankless labor has caused you so much pain?

Grey lady, is it grief for those you cannot save?
Or have your many tasks broken you at last?
So many lives are yours for the mending,
You can't deny them lest their dreams end.
Are you hard, are you cold, Hayasaka?
Or does beneath it all beat a passionate heart?

instrumental interlude

Grey lady, is it grief for those you cannot save?
Or have your endless tasks broken you at last?
So many lives are yours for the mending,
You can't deny them lest their dreams end.
Are you hard, are you cold, Hayasaka?
Or does beneath it all beat a passionate heart?

Hayasaka, Hayasaka

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