Puppeteers of the Sky
We hang from the sky
Strings work our fate
We’re in a dancing light
But we forget the day
We’re pulled to the sun
Into the burning heat
We try to hold on
But strings move our feet
What when will come?
When we can’t shield our eyes
We’re too close to the sun
And we’re too far from our night
With burning strings
We fall to the ground
We move our limbs
And when is found
We taste the world
We recall our fate
We’re in a dancing mood
As we head for the day
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