The Twins, oh how they weave and shape,

From The Darkness' grasp, beauty they make.

What was once twisted, now becomes true,

From the broken, a masterpiece anew.

With gentle hands and kind, loving hearts,

They mend the pieces of shattered parts.

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A sad heart becomes a happy one,

And from darkest deeds, a hero is spun.

Their skill is wondrous, it's plain to see,

For in their hands, even pain finds glee.

The Twins, oh how they dance and play,

In The Darkness' midst, they find a way.

To shape and mould, to transform and grow,

The Twins' passion is a sight to behold.

For where there was once only despair,

They bring joy and hope, with love to share.