Today I know this love you have for me.
Tomorrow’s love will come from fear; keep Time.
Two lyricists of discord lie—can’t be;
Too many times our Lay avoids all rhyme.
To search the Ages; melodies are lost—
Too far—so close! You’re always left behind.
To love you, I do wish, like family;
Two Children I love not; they can’t be mine.
Too tight, the weavings of my Iron Wreathe;
Too tight, my master: cleave this callous thread
Too strange are the emotions you bequeath;
Two songs, we count, cannot cross rivers red.
         Today I love and fear my love for you.
         Tomorrow, you will love and fear me, too.

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