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Tonight,
I'll fall asleep dreaming of you the
two masterpieces that we are,
Me Picaso, you Raphael.
What painting would they paint together?
Our love is forbidden...it grows too high.
It is only seen in the shadows of hormone-driven dreams
but there is more to you and me.
Who else can I call sister?
Who else can I call friend?
Who can have war?
Who can understand?
Who can make my broken hear mend?
I wish there was a way,
I could say
look how good today was,
hold it in your hand
So precious a stone,
hold each precious gem.
One day you'll eat the apple
You are my nun
What am I?
We walk together --miles apart
We create art like
Picaso and Raphael.
