*I come and go with the rain
*Dreams serve as my moonlit dinner for two
all goes my way when it's me who guides the bow across seas of string
*And she, the earth, my darling cluster of grace and chaos. My every will to dance, to work, to bleed, she bears the stake through which I drive me. She bears my every blow. It is she, the sea against my bow
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