It is all too easy to see
That while you wear the string upon your finger
You twist it, you turn it, you tangle it
All while knowing you can not break free
You didn’t put it there
You wished it not
Totally out of any control
The string forever is a knot
It was not your blood
That made it red
Its lore is old
From the Orient, just as it is foretold
Many times you may try
Through distance, time and space
We’re bound together forever
In past, present and future age
The gods of ages past willed it
Binding everyone to their mate
Though this may not be our time
We are forever destined by the red string of fate

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