I become one with you.
You no human.
You no animal.
You not even really an object
I become one with you.
I don't feel but yet I do, when I am one with you.
As I am one with you it is as though I am not even htere in the true world of stress life and death.
As I become one with you.
You are what some would say their place which brings peace,
But yet you don't always bring it.
The days you don't I sit and cry
As I am mingled and twisted with the confussion you bring,
But yet I feel that, even though you bring the tears, you share your sarrow to ease my pain.
When I become one with you.
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