Expressions of Me

You are so many different things.

There are so many ways to know you.

You never could leave me

As long as I try.

I'll always have something to show you.

 

I am so many different things.

I'm counting by sixes and twelves.

So I never would leave you

As long as I know

You will always be here for my selves.

The End

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