A ten foot pole can't interfere
from all nine lives with you my dear
You stand with me by eight foot walls
Seven days go by and no withdrawls
We checked the cons six ways to Sunday
Five fingers clasped down life's long highway
Burn through the boxes and their four sides
Three precious words will be our guides
Two people paired like butter and bread
One love, one heart, 'til we drop dead
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