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Once, so many years ago,
such a distant place and clime;
moments of thought and life were shared,
each move in perfect time.

Words in unison, hearts pulsed,
so intimate each gesture;
each expression fears repulsed,
companions of great measure.

Now it seems we're worlds apart;
nothing more in common share.
The last desired thing to start,
last threads fray beyond repair.

Tomorrow bears no sunrise
with correspondent promise;
about oneself do realise,
quite a monstrous face amiss.

To let bygones be bygone,
this callow heart has not learnt;
perhaps hope had wily drawn,
from past flames this quill has burnt.

Beat upon this chest with song,
remind these feet to hasten;
free the earth you've held so long,
this erring mind do chasten.





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