The heart is but a skein spun from different colors.
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Look, another thread comes undone.
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The more the counts of encounters and partings pile up, the more they grow.
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Tied, untied, bound together to keep from breaking.
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We cry and laugh in alternating turns.
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The heart is but a skein spun from different colors.
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Blending together, supporting one another, growing stronger.
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It becomes a vivid, imperfect, beloved, and important bond.
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We connect with each other.
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We don't have to lose it.
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It's fine to be different colors.
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But it certainly changes.
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You color even things that shouldn't be visible to the eye.
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All you do is color over them to fit what you want to believe.
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We mutter about misjudgments.
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Feelings, crossing past each other, meet again as skeins.
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We communicate and share, growing stronger.
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Don't fear, don't let go, don't give up-turn it into a new strength.
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To any sadness or loneliness,
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Even if it rains on us,
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To suffering and regret,
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Even if we are swallowed up.
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The heart, you know... entwined, an unbreakable promise.
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Look, another one I can't throw away.
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The heart is but a skein spun from different colors.
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Blending together, supporting one another, growing stronger.
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It becomes a vivid, imperfect, beloved, and important bond.
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We connect with each other.
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We don't have to lose it.
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It's fine to be different colors.
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But it certainly changes.
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