I'll worry about the spilt milk, You'll worry about the spilt blood
I will laugh to fill the ocean, You will cry to make the flood
I will be the promising hammer, you will be the faulty nails
I will make the wishes, You will grant them by the pails
I will be the luminious sun, you will be the horrid night
I will be the delicious bread crumb, You will be the soggy bun
I will be the whimsical strange, you will be the tortured deranged
I will be the perfected kisses, you will be the one who defected misses
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