Inbetween
If there’s no sense in dying
Than what’s the sense in living
If both conditions are
The same, than it makes sense
For lovers life is special
It’s based on recognition
That’s where I belong, love says
This is my soul I see
Forever after it goes on
In its eternal spin
The real love is never gone
It always there within
We never die, and never live
It’s something inbetween
We do exist, we take and give
Together, out and in.
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