The two

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I can raise you up
Put you on cloud nine

I can break you down
Whichever way I design

I can make you smile
Happier than a free little bird

I can make you cry
Whatever way I prefer

I can make you whole
Be the strongest you

I can tear you apart
Ripping you through and through

I am the Heaven
I am the Hell

I can be the beast
And I can be the belle

Which one of me
Fits best with you

Sheild yourself
I'm always the two

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