Buoyant and idiosyncratic, an odd pair,
One floating light, the other with flair.
In life's vast sea, they rarely unite,
One pulls up high, the other, a different height.
Buoyancy glides with effortless grace,
Idiosyncrasies dance in their own space.
To blend these traits, a curious feat,
Like mixing oil and water, they don't meet.
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