Everybody wants to belong,
In a family, in life.
People are caught up in circles,
The circles of life and death,
The circles, constantly turning.
Everybody breaks off, becomes one,
Once entwined with another,
Now walking alone in the road.
Photographs cut, discarded,
Memories cut, never discarded.
Then one meets another,
And the Two-Headed Beast,
Again, walks as one.
The circles of love and heartbreak,
The circles of life and death.
The circles, constantly turning.
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