In the middle of my coffee you said,
From the depths of my breakfast you said,
It's a problem of pattern and space.
Too much of them both,
and too much gone to waste.
Don't think I'm so natural.
Now I love you, Now I think I care.
Maybe I look like a fool and maybe you just complain.
We'll separate out this minute and see that were both the same.
Take away our faces and names and that's it, we're just the same.
Don't think I'm so natural,
To give an inch to please you
At all.

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