Not Quite the Same
You are the tea leaves; I am the teapot,
I'm a fragile snowflake; you are the snow.
You're the key; I'm the gate to Camelot,
a Lancelot and Guinevere combo.
I am a fantasy; you are a dream,
you're the blazing sun; I'm a molten match.
I am a firefly; you are a sunbeam;
you're an itch; I'm a satisfying scratch.
I'm the universe; you are the Big Bang,
you're a shooting star; I'm a starlit night.
You are Notre Dame; I'm the bells that rang;
you're a full coarse meal; I'm the appetite.
You are my melody; I am your song,
not quite the same; that's why we get along.
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