Limelight of words
And witches of worth
Sharing one sword
‘Til the end of the world.
Tears of the rain
Are sharing one pain
And if nothing I gain,
Why do I complain?

The mornings of after
Are nothing but softer
Than words and the muster
Of one killer mother.

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