On a sunny Friday morning
They stole glances, at a library
They held the other's favorite author
But spoke not a word
And walked home silently
"Perfect" is all they thought
On a cloudy Sunday afternoon
They met again, at the library
They liked the same books
And the same movies
They exchanged numbers
And walked home with a smile
On a stormy Monday evening
They fought
As opinions clashed
They went home sobbing
And that was that
They were just as different
As they were similar
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