We're two in world
And we're to meet one day
Will we be old?
And are we both to stay?
It's not decided
Stars are shining bright
We're still divided
Both of us are right
I hear your footsteps
In the darkest place
I need to mind steps
For to win the race
You do not know me
You don't write poems
Poems which shew me
Who're you, who I am
So long my foe then
You will not find me
Your heart is stolen
Mine I keep with me
Two
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