Everything in the universe has a particular gleam
A completely unique aura, with its own very scheme
Everything in the universe has a very peculiar flow
Nothing can survive without it for it makes things go
And once in a while, two flows may cross
That may form a stream, impossible to get across
A stream flowing with the desires of both who contributed
And once it dies, the flows are redistributed
After the process, the flows cannot be the same
They now burn brighter, with a different type of flame
Now filled with new desire, all of them anew
So if the same desires come back, they cannot burn through
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