On these sands of age-old bonds,
Tonight there'll be no regrets,
As we travel apart far beyond.
Holding hands for one last time,
We look far off at the dying day,
Like memories past, it feels sublime,
A little more time, we both now crave.
Oblivious to the hurting hues,
We remind ourselves of the love and laughs,
Which will in spite of every bruise,
Find their way to our epitaphs.
Calling has come, we have to leave,
With leadened cores, and smile of lies,
A pair of hearts surrender to grieve,
But tacit sorrow the face defies.
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