At the beginning of the world
All of us in our different costumes
Is a painting I often conjure
When I want to laugh or cry
How the different archetypes
Assemble us like children
We are happy to be again
And we all start singing
The first morning song
When we greet one another
And the archetypes shake our hands
Who are they still singing
These strange parents
Who love us so much
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