And then the dawn and dusk are everyday
Where the Sun and the Moon also in way,
As if they’re opposite bowls on a tray,

The oceans within the bound,
The exerts of wind lie in control,
Because they chose to be in accordance.

Dear child, thou need to hold that too,
That of a kind that would let thou,
Be the one, thou would never sorry.

I'll be thy silhouette,
Knitting the fairies of night and day,
Leaving scars on the path thou slay,
The pure black, not shades of grey,

Will be there in thy accordance,
Joy or mourn, wherever thou stay.

(18:50)