Without the lips
The teeth becomes grinding stone
When the ears are cut off
The head becomes a piece of wood
What will become of me is obscure
Just in case we part away someday
To say goodbye for once
We've come a long way from birth
You on the right, and me on the left
Together we are and never cleft
You are the real me
And I'm the real you…
A Twins we are from the womb
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