If you were one and I was three
and in the middle we should meet
no longer odd nor lonely we
would find the even that we seek
If you were light and I was dark
and diving like a falling star,
together we would leave our mark
aurora sky, our burning heart
If you were sea and I was shore
and dancing on the ocean floor
your tides would wax, my sand would pour
until the world was nothing more
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