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You are north,

I am south.

You are summer,

I am winter.

You are oil,

I am water.

In this lifetime,

we can't be together.

I don't have a choice,

Nor an option.

Can only accept,

There is no exception.

Wishing in the star,

To tell the author.

Rewrite our story,

Bring more colors.

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