Mandala drawn for the first
Into this place
Sister's design thy fate
Am I one?
My kind asks for me
And so I will
The hole in ours souls
Fulfil my bare hands
Read between the lines
Of our mind
Expose me naked stringed up
So I'll fly
I've plotted this big scheme
To prove a thing
You will never know
As I'm laughing in the background
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