Without You

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I'm the paper and you're the ink;
I have no purpose without you.
I'm the puzzle and you're one of its pieces;
I'm incomplete without you.
I'm the song and you're the music;
I'm not myself without you.
I'm the Earth and you're the Sun;
Ny days would be dark without you.

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