[What an awful, horrible sound, again like a trapped mechanism gaining consciousness, screaming in agony as it repeats over and over and over--
She has to concentrate. She has to make sure he can keep moving.]
And what is rain but a cloud that's too heavy? You can't drop the weight until you're ready. Eventually every rainstorm breaks And the sun comes out, though your heart still aches.
[She follows him, slowly, in beats and stutters as things change.]
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She has to concentrate. She has to make sure he can keep moving.]
And what is rain but a cloud that's too heavy?
You can't drop the weight until you're ready.
Eventually every rainstorm breaks
And the sun comes out, though your heart still aches.
[She follows him, slowly, in beats and stutters as things change.]