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Moirae
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Poetry
They weave the threads both night and day
Adding life's color to shades of gray
Always focused on their fated arrays
As our threads they measure and weigh
Forever time passes accross the loom
As they steadily weave in twilites gloom
Never giving heed to the passage of the moon
As threads are born of times own womb
And the stars above and the earth below
Are ever being tossed to and fro
As the sisters determine souls 'morrow
So we are ever lost to Times furrow
We are but the threads of times own fray
And to the heaven with our hearts we pray
Hoping the grand design can still be swayed
Before our threads are cut away
