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Sol 2

If it were, were it to be me, were it to be mine, what would it be.

When it is found, when it breaks and remains broken, will wishing it away work this time.

What can be done, when with doing, wishes become undone.

When will becomes wrought, and the vents loosen, will it be gone, gone this time, gone for good?

Then it would be, as it was meant to be, where you were you and I were me. 

Then there would be no we, we would be easy, we would be free, we would be happy.