There upon the dark steps met,
It was fate, or so she wept.
But bright stars gleam upon the ground,
Where endless memories do abound.
They sing songs of sweet melodies,
Of times when happiness had epitome.
It warms the cold of heart with ageless hope
but is only one part and has just one note
Of a song so old its timeless strength,
Is greater than infinity's length.
It builds and builds until it bursts,
It is the best and the worst.
This song of love.
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