Still passes just as fast
Whether to joy or doom
Who knows, 'til it is past?
And when one is alone
The room may not be void,
But still it is a zone
Like Schroedinger destroyed
Where that inside knows not
What that outside will do
And what is there begot
The outside never knew.
But two, ah, two can know
And they are better so.
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