He plays, we play along,
Balancing destinies, a shared song.
Yet, hold this truth, in our puppet state,
Puppets have hands, can shape their fate.
In his grip, shadows dance so fine,
But within each puppet, a power to shine.
With puppet hands, a choice to sway,
Cutting strings, creating our own way.
So, dance with him, in this joint art,
In each puppet, beats its own heart.
In the puppeteer's hands, stories twine,
Yet, with puppet hands, destinies define.
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