It's a dark world behind your door
You are the mechanic of a mysterious machine
You are the complete story
You are the most capable
You are the graceful and strong
But even the mountain needs the mist
to sweeten its lips in the morning
And where does it go at night
that the moon does not find it?
So you need me, or my brother
to find you on the edge of time
and carry you to the
softness behind your strength
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