Quantum Chain Entanglement LXXII

Jaunts the wintry soul
O fear the land of good gold
When thou art exiled

Far from flaming swords
My mind on a walkabout
Buffeted by sin

The waters rising
And waters above pressing
As depths diminish

Pieces of us stayed
The innocent virgin lips
Their stories untold

Not good or evil
We haven't knowledge of them
Something more primal

We needed to leave
For the story to unfold
Required to stay

But they are learning
(He trusts her) {[intrinsically]}
(She trusts him) {[instinctively]}
There we are faster

This is by design
We never lost each other
It is just cold here

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