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I flipped the switch and it came on.
I flipped it off, and it was gone.
Up and down, on and off.
Down and up,
off and on.
The opposite happened every time,
I have no idea how to make this rhyme.
They were both created on the
same day,
By the same maker;
Night and Day.
Black and White;
Sun and Moon;
They both describe my every mood.
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