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The journeys end like a sidewalks path
The flowing water falling sharply down broken glass
The way two lovers speak each word tumbles past
A reminder That even when the die is cast
The moment fades The endless thoughts get off parade
That you were there That I was too
That for a lifetime
Or maybe just a dot
Things were How they could be.
not. how they were. not
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