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Prelude
The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world
And it’s the time and day to celebrate and cherish the hand in it all
Woman, what are you, and this is the question of all questions
Yet it’s the answer to all answers to which we have no plausible clue
And all that remains is a recollection of our [...]

THE MIRROR HOLDS SWAY…
SCENE ONE: TURN OF THE HOURGLASS… A CHANGE OF SEASONS (SPRING)
I’m sinking like a stone, my voice drowns me, falling into darkness
I’m holding back, my ship will run aground
The questions scream themselves into existence (tearing me from seam to seam), and I am oblivion itself
Who am I? What am I doing here? [...]