Reaching into the chasms,
reaching into the Void.
My heart twitches, spasms.
Something is getting tugged.
The strings of my heart are pulled.
Now it can dance, now it can sing.
I now look upon the King.
Full of freedom, full of love.
Full of something that fell from above.
That is what I see.
That is what I hope.
With that, I can cope.
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