Following
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I saw them run
Holding on to each other
But who they were to be with
Was someone else's desire.
They never liked being scattered
They liked to be close
But it all depended on the one
Who pulled them out of the rows
Strange it was but yet so true
They formed something
To make sense for me and you.
One from front, the other from the middle
One from the end and then brought together.
Wherever did you pick them
It was up to you
As words are just the loners
Who have been put together by me and you
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