Illusion
You are the day
As I am the night
Some things we could give up
Others we would fight
For
The love of a wise man
The wealth of a poor man
Some things we always
Adore
Hanging onto teathered ropes
Grabing at every leaf
At the end of this journey
We learn
It's always you and me
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