play, play, play your song for me.
And I will Follow.
To the ends of the dirt and the watery sky,
past the moons of Jupiter.
Beyond the place where the flesh will die,
home to the rings of the radient sun,
near to the place where the dance begun,
back to the time when our song was sung,
in the corner of the cyclones eye.
Where all the things that have an end
will finally begin again.
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