Hammer and tongs.
A distant horn blows.
There’s fog on the horizon.
The North Star still gleams.
What about you and me?
A brilliant sun settles over our land.
The colors of spring are here.
The flowers smell like life.
From the bed I can tell the dinner is ready.
What about you and me?
Is it over and out for our tempestuous love?
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