Hold back harm, as we link arms, feed me light, and stay in sight. We’re in danger, I’ll make mistakes, don’t push anger, and we won’t break. Curves and curls, loops and rails: dusty paths and hidden trails. Keep me aloft, climb new heights. Stay warm and soft to comfort frights. Moving forward, I’ll have to roam, but with you on board, I’m not alone. I might slip, and even trip, skin might rip, blood drip drip drip. But as long as I have you to call, then I know you’re there to catch my fall. Soon we’ll have a perfect lullaby, with clear chords just ringing by. We’ll feel the marriage of a robot and a harp, eclipsing blindness, hear past the dark.
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