If there was two of me and only one of you
And you only fell in love with one of me
Then how shall the story come to be
When the other one rises out of the tomb?
‘Tis forever our dilemma
to either show night or day but never both
for who could love both the sun and moon
in their extreme polarity?
But if there was two of me
and there was two of you
one of me says
he wants a tryst
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