My best friend sends me a picture of the Indomie she just made,
I say to her: “You can tell how a person loves from the way they cook Indomie,
I say cook not make,
Because people that say make, think cooking is an art,
They believe that sex is the same thing as making love, 
That love is a thing we can make,
That sunsets are worth watching,
That the train they can hear in the distance is coming for them,
And that flowers that bloom must be plucked.

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