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Too many stars away

Too many years gone passed

Stranger’s love had bloomed

I’d hoped that it would last


Evenings spent out wandering

Our bikes racing through trees

Laughing, talking, flirting

Hoping to never leave


That week we found our paradise

We innocents of passion

We knew not of our love’s last vice

Eternal separation


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