Harmony.
Darling, remember how in June,
Our voices broke and clashed,
Together we made it tune,
And finally, it mashed.
When we joined and sang in sync,
Together, in beautiful rhythms,
I didn't ever want to blink,
I truly loved the schisms,
The sound of our soprano and bass,
Intertwined in glorious symphony,
Darling, we didn't need a class,
Ours was always in harmony.
And forever we made our melody,
That none can ever remake,
We didn't need a parody,
To prove it wasn't fake.
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