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Soon, we will commence, 

and let our worlds collide 

The blueprints of pretense, 

we'll lay them side by side

We'll dig into our fears, 

and self-construct our pride

We'll draw upon our tears 

and raft the moonlit tides

Sometimes I may sprawl

Sometimes I'll help you rise, 

And in between our falls, 

we'll scrape the starry skies.