Looking for Ying... or should it be Yang?
The little pendant
Broken in the middle
Had two cords in the box
One white for the white Yang
The male, the light, the bright,
The active, the hot, moving up
One black for the black Ying
The female, the dark, the weak
The passive, the cold, flowing down
Little booklet explained
I remember the smell of your hair
Your head was on my chest
Your hair still damp
After a shower trying the new shampoo
Golden earth nutty frutty
That you jokingly said
Would be our dessert
Paying the lady at the fair
Lying on the bed
Just like that day
I am holding high
The little booklet again
Ying is in yang and yang is in ying
When ying becomes yang
Yang becomes ying... inseparable... always together...
Then why... then why...
Is the black cord missing......!
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