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We were forged before time, to share our souls...
Moulded by the hand of a sculpturer, we know.
Throughout our existence, we would meet and sew,
Acknowledging the true paths that must go.

Our frequency sends out waves that intertwine...
The mystic dance through space and time.
For our boundaries guides our frequencies,
Towards our meeting internally.

And; in our hearts we will know...
That we have travelled the righteous paths that glows;
Bringing together all that we have learnt,
To Receiving our blessing and our rewards.

Our path may be influenced one day, across the boundaries,
Into the voids of space.
Our thoughts may be darkened and grey,
To what seems right is wrong and astray...
Our important meeting, will be guided away.

We will recollect what went wrong...
Replay the events over, until we learn.
In our consciousness we will know what is wrong...
By repentance, one can open a door to our regrets,
Put them in order and priority of events...

By singing our eternal song, of what can be...
We can manifest through faith, our hope, a reality.
Via our salvation, we re-travel our destiny.
Our frequencies are retuned and returned spiritually...

The symphony, acknowledgment of the dawn of our light,
Reminds us of our goals in our life.
With an eternal voice, accompanying out thoughts...
Back on course, our souls are once more.