O the bihilarity the bifocality
of it the prodigal returns but
as all the rejected evil you’ve
also ever made and done
coming home to be loved by you
O to be loved by you
in a great hurry
in so deep a hurry
forgetting whatever
happens is just a test
of our courage
O Tamino
from our past
the price of the realm
of nothing to fear.
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