Distance now of two long days
since my eyes met your quiet gaze
my time to short, the tides do fall,
again I must leave my porcelain doll
with skin so smooth well crafted and fine
what angels did I please to make you mine?
Now do I see what luck I must have
for these two roads to have crossed on one path
how tragic they veer, and again I am here,
to feel torn apart once again.
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