It’s not the same unless I’m with you.
Like warmth without cold,
Like rain without clouds,
Without them together you can’t have life
Or death.
Without anguish you can’t have bliss
And without an oven the unbaked blueberry pie
Can’t accomplish it’s end.
That why If we were to part I don’t think l
Could ever work again.
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