In beauty held bound by vaporous walking around
With ugly retorts, anger's venomous accusations sound
Storms plummet about, covering each other as without
Yet remain, their spreading calm, felt a whispering shout
What storms, what calm, what can become when one?
What's liked, what's loved, which way will overcome?
What is it with you two, spoken of the Lioness and the Twin?
Descend or rise, roar or split, with each coda, begin again.
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