There was a time of Twos and Fours.
The Dawn of love blinded by naiveté, never to endure.
When a breach of confusion commenced the cold war.
Four, strained by antipathy, refused to vocalize.
Two with contrition that's finally realized.
There once was a time of Twos and Fours.
A time that passed but you can not ignore.
Now there will be zero, none, no more.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 7:11 PM UTC
There was a time of Twos and Fours.
The Dawn of love blinded by naiveté, never to endure.
When a breach of confusion commenced the cold war.
Four, strained by antipathy, refused to vocalize.
Two with contrition that's finally realized.
There once was a time of Twos and Fours.
A time that passed but you can not ignore.
Now there will be zero, none, no more.
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