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The days grow long and the nights grow short
Emotions and thoughts have become hard to sort
There wasn't meant to be any sorrow
But I feel Your love I can no longer borrow

Though the path we have chosen has come to an end
There are brighter pastures for us around the bend
We'll remember the good times along with bad
And neither of us will forget what we had

But there was a fork in the road that we both had to face
Knowing there would come an end to our loves embrace
Soon we will find ourselves happier than before
Hopefully walking for never more.

— The End —