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Make a loop with one side, hold it tight. Wrap the other side around the back of that loop. Go into the little pocket that opened up in between. Wait for it to come out. Meet it where it emerges, And pull together on the count of three. Even if the shape looks pathetic at first, Put the same amount of strength into both sides. ───── I want the wings to be big and the knot to be firm. I want you to tie it tight. I want your arms to be here, and the memories to be far away. I want you to leave them there. I really do. ───── If you pull even one side, It all comes undone. It's much easier to break something you've made, But when you untie it, please do it just like that, In the same way. I know, but if you can, Pull together on the count of three. ───── Praying it won't come undone I put my strength into it, Only to be bewildered by wings spread too wide. ───── I want the wings to be big and the knot to be firm. I want you to tie it tight. Dreams should be here, and memories far away. It's best if they're just... there when you notice them. ───── Don't just pull it without saying anything. Don't turn it into a misshapen butterfly. I thought I was tying it, but I was undoing it. I thought I was loosening it, but I was tightening it. ───── In this vast, blue world, From among the countless scattered threads, We each chose one and pulled them toward each other. We weren't just tied together. We tied the knot ourselves. The two of us pulled together on the count of three. So it wouldn't be too big or too small, We put our strength into it. ───── In this vast, blue world, From among the countless scattered threads, We each chose one and pulled them toward each other. We weren't just tied together. We tied the knot ourselves. The two of us pulled together on the count of three. So it wouldn't be too big or too small, We put our strength into it.