Not the most perfect of worlds (but mine) |
Three and four
Seprated
From their separation
And joined in dance
As the sun rose
Painting the world
In black and blue
Green grass were white
With purple dots
So that dogs could
Survive their death
In a tree
Not far from
Nothing
Two people realized
That they actualy
Were one
So they took
Each others hands
And danced tango
In the thin air
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