Mad Scene from Strange Loops by Four Point Restraints

Weep no more for me, my love
Don’t quell that fire in your eyes
With tears sweetly surrendered
For I am with you still

Leave no roses where I lie
Nor speak your elegies
Just sing to me your thunder
For I am with you still

I’m the air you breathe, the earth you tread
The voice that seethes inside your head
I’m the force that fells each falling star
I’m the blood that fuels your cauldron heart

Hold on tight to enmity
As were an infant child
Or softly-burning ember
For I am with you

I’m the air you breathe, the earth you tread
The voice that seethes inside your head
I’m the force that fells each falling star
I’m the blood that fuels your cauldron heart

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