The lover sets with the crab.

The messenger sets with the twins.

Does he tell them what I’m saying or does he tell them otherwise?

Love to the crab because obviously, we step over as she rises,

And we can connect that line,

That the messenger will set again, without making contact, but the one the has woken on this instant of writing,

Is the judge with his hammer, olthe one with the lights.

Should I even ask, he whispers in my ear,

We’re already here

And sure enough, just on the horizon, he rises with her nipping at his heels.

Where is the light?

We’re running out of time,

I don’t remember the last time I saw your face

And didn’t fall in love.

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