It was strange being there dividing in two
dangerous it was for many atrocious
wear more masks of mine and hers
widespread habit of changing voice
often losing one's sense of being
make a picture in broken mirrors
instead of our confused reflections
of others' faces and eyes and ears
for sometimes another soul we've envied
fearing our talent was but a lowly thing
the two of us heard it and came together
it was double luck indeed that feeling
two bodies united in the incarnate world
kindred spirits in the starry sky.

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