one
we met in mid-air
the collision was felt downtown
we kissed somewhere up there
in love among the clouds
our love is like a film
a dramatic comedy
there's laughter, life and soul
apart we are raggedy
i'm the minstrel and the poet
and troubled troubadour
she is the muse and the magnet
my mercy and matador
a canyon and a mountain
sometimes we don't make sense
we are statues in a fountain
is this a coincidence
she is the colour i am the brush
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