| «I am autonomous,» you told father
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| First immortal, but now fleeting
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| All creation reveals me about this said time
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| Called death, cursed the reverse
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| All we bought was a brokenness
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| That shelter of illusion
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| You see me, see you splitting myself even
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| There is me, forgiving nothing
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| Manic then depressive, hopelessly sinking
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| Sister Moon, Brother Sun
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| Eclipsed one another
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| Forgiving one another
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| Tides receding, death ran away then life flooded in world
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| This I am: imbalanced, beautifully so
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| Hands connected, perhaps
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| Then dead reflections saw you
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| I did, didn’t I? |
| I didn’t, did I?
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| You saw reflections dead then perhaps, connected hands
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| So beautifully imbalanced: am I this world?
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| In flooded life then away ran Death
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| Receding tides
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| Another one forgiving, another one eclipsed
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| Sun Brother, Moon Sister, sinking helplessly
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| Depressive then manic, nothing forgiving me
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| Is there even myself, splitting? |
| You see me, see you
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| Illusion of shelter, that brokenness was bought
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| «We all reverse the cursed death called time»
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| Said this about me, reveals creation: all
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| Fleeting now, but immortal
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| First Father told you, «Autonomous am I» |