You went left and I went right,
Never knowing of what wasn't in sight.
The past of youth was a winding road,
Paths cross but there were seperate loads.
The walk alone shapes and molds the heart,
To find a new path on which to start.
One and one will always equal two,
I know we are some of the lucky few.
You'll have left and I'll take the right,
Night then day, day and night.
Their place once empty, now there's two,
I was just keeping it warm for you.
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