Two little birdies
Sitting in a tree
Wandering dreamscapes
Eternally
Hear them through concrete
I swear that I can
And that’s how our lovely
Enigma began
Your eyes met mine
The start of the end
When apathy met irony
And they became friend
And if darkness is simply
The absence of light
Then what am I
Without you tonight?
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