So much in love of what must have begun,
In times all deeds must have been done,
It's been quite a race after all,
Thinking all o the time we fall.
All this time it feels like in a maze,
Have made me into craze,
So many paths still are blocked,
So many doors still to be unlocked,
It would still be a hope for a sight of light,
It would still be a need for a flight,
It would still mean of a love,
For a friend incomparably but a dove
Some will weep,
Some might go deep,
But somehow will keep,
Those things we are to leave.
As to welcome a new tree,
And indeed you'll see,
The love you give,
Is mine to keep,
And more memories we are to build.
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