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Each senses the play

Whether or not they know the game

Opponents bound to each other's soul

The tangled web they weave

You're with me in the morning when I rise

Til the evening when I close my eyes

A bond that cannot be cut or broken, no

I see you, whether or not you want me to

I feel you, if you can sense it or not

I hear you, even if you never utter a sound