You and I,
we are like keys on a piano.
You'll be white,
and I'll be black,
always one half to each other.
If we choose the right chord,
how beautiful and harmonic it sounds.
If we choose not,
what a distressful and dissonant tone.
But like any songs and pieces,
it will end eventually.
And then a new melody starts.
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