FIFTEEN

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Of life and death, I heed thee

Look how we're blessed
Same city, same side of the track
I'm filled with zest awaiting our return
Equally yoked and mentally at our best
Bet, bet, bet... I bet I'm your end
Just as you're my beginning and my end
Fingers crossed can't negate fate.

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