And if fiercely you should come to me, I would meet you.
I would run to you.
Yet, there before me, the silhouette of you, against a fading horizon.
Further and further.
We're nothing now, just ghosts.
The hands of time stretched towards us.
Entangled together they pulled us together, now've torn us apart.
The way became lost. Blackened against the night sky, the once guiding stars no longer serve,
And we drift along
Alone again.
We drift.
But we remember. Oh, we fight it; we fight to forget, but how could we?
When we once danced the dance of love's fleeting mystery.
Only to find, we're now invisibly bound.
In another of life's great tragedies.
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