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Middle Ground
Child, child, when we speak,
me in English, you in Greek,
Never, ever do we agree,
you're for you and I'm for me.
Can't we find a middle ground,
something with a sweeter sound,
than, "No you're wrong" and "Yes I'm right."
Can we just once... not have a fight ?
Time is flying, I am old,
you are growing strong and bold.
Will the day come filled with regret,
the day, we wish we'd never met ?
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