There was a single one
Then there were ten
With *ten* made a hundred
And a hundred million
You came and spoke to me
I saw your face
Your words were like raindrops
From a storm in a vase
Each generation different
He was made *to love her*
She was made *to love him*
And their offspring love them
And in the marriage of eagle and snake
The parents are fertile
But their offspring is blank
The fire rages and all through the night
The flame is contagious
But the heat feels *all right*
Can't recognize our poverty
He was made *to love her*
She was made *to love him*
And their offspring love them
There is a darkness I feel coming down
And shadows that lengthen from the sky to the ground
And a silence that can swallow sound
He was made *to love her*
She was made *to love him*
And their offspring love them
He was made *to love her*
She was made *to love him*
And their offspring love both of them
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