| Narrator: Aaron Weiss of mewithoutYou
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| Ahrima: Thomas Dutton of Forgive Durden
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| O The Scientist: Casey Crescenzo of The Dear Hunter
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| This is the beginning and the end. |
| The rise and the fall.
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| Our gait will begin its saunter at the source, when the infant learns to crawl.
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| Place your hand on mine.
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| Untie your mind.
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| Let your bloated brain balloon and float away.
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| Wet the end of the thread.
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| Thimble upon your index.
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| Set the needle on its path,
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| Bobbing up and down and past.
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| Tears and seams all turn to one
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| With every stitch and each spool spun.
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| Feed the line through its eye.
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| Draw it from the other side.
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| Pull the strand to satisfy.
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| The need to compose.
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| The genetic map.
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| The scientific gap.
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| The detailed blueprints.
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| Swept away under carpets.
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| All we did was thread the eye
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| Of the silver splinter.
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| We simply planted the seed
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| And nursed it through the winter.
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| The rest is up to you, to do with what you’ll do.
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| To learn and love and laugh
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| Until the cycle circles back
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| I’ll just separate, weigh anchor, disengage
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| Divide and disappear. |
| And see you in the mirror.
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| I’m a slave to the night.
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| O the Scientist was the author and the architect.
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| The angels were His ink slingers, His actors and actresses.
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| His two purest talents were Ahrima and Nidria, two destined hearts,
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| bound by the same idea; |
| the unrelenting constancy of love and hope
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| can rescue and restore you from any scope.
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| In her, Ahrima confided his curbing frustration.
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| His gifts had been exhausted.
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| Oh, how they’d misused them.
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| She averted his passion and eased his blood.
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| And so he confessed it to her, he had fallen in love. |