Tears fall from the sky,
As for now we kiss goodbye.
The world seems to break apart
Along the fissures of my heart.
Damn Bard’s sweet sorrow!
Why not leave leaving till tomorrow?
My direction feels wrong.
To have you in my arms do I long.
Steadfast now, do not lose hope!
None are helped because I mope.
Forward must I take my march,
Though terribly it feels so harsh,
But I am not lost to you.
Nor you to I, I know this truth.
This is not the End.
This is only a beginning.
This is not the End.
This is not the End.
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