O the fates have spoken, this shall be the last
How time flew by so fast!
Has it only been several days when I saw you walked in
When we were strangers and our slates were clean
Before the inevitable act of drawing near
The slowly realization when it all became clear
That we were meant to be blow by a gust of wind
Of romance, hatred, laughter, and tears
These days would have lasted longer than it seemed
But it will be over sooner, as we have feared
And now the stranger that had taken places in each other's heart
Will be taken away by the things they could not help
Now the day has come when the strangers will have to part
Hoping what stays is the magnitude of what they felt
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