When we converse,
It's just surface stuff,
We say some words,
But is it enough,
We get along, we rarely fight,
But where is the spark,
The joy, the delight,
We're settled into the same routine,
Sometimes I'd like to flee this scene,
Everything's easy,
We don't have it rough,
But sometimes I wonder,
Is it enough...
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