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I saw we saw
It was like
A gentle seesaw
The fluctuate
The oscillate
A primal state
Of grandeur
Each trading state
Each rise and fall
Each ripple sweet
A loving call
Taking turns
We jumped and leapt
Our smiling eyes
Each other kept
Egging on
To greater heights
We shared the sways
On days and nights
Slowly as we levelled out
Balancing our days
The final smiles
Our soft implores
No more seesaws
Just closing doors
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