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Make a loop with one side, and hold it tight. Take the other side, wrap it around the back of that loop, Go into the pocket you just made, And wait to come out. Meet it as it comes through, And pull 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. Keep your arms here, and keep the memories far away. I want you to leave them there. I really do. ───── If you pull just one side, It all comes undone. It's much easier to destroy what's been made, But when you untie it, please do it properly, In the same way. I know, but if you can, Pull on the count of three. ───── Praying it won't come undone, Putting all my strength into it, I'm lost in the wings I spread too wide. ───── I want the wings to be big and the knot to be firm. I want you to tie it tight. Keep the dreams here, and the memories far away. It's enough just to realize they're there. ───── Don't just pull it without saying anything. Don't turn it into an ugly 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 the countless threads scattered about, 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 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 the countless threads scattered about, 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 on the count of three. So it wouldn't be too big or too small, We put our strength into it.