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Many times we have parted,
on paths of tears and laughter,
but in the echo of the silent wind,
our souls, intertwined, warn each other.
Times of absence, lost paths,
under grey skies, of shadows covered,
yet in shared dreams,
memory revives the eternal, the certain.
You never stop wishing for me in dreams,
as the moon longs for the serene sea,
and though the years go by, the masters
of destiny bind us with threads of longing.
Golden memories like the rising sun,
whispers of promises between sighs,
the distance, a distant and latent game,
our history resounds in eternal twists and turns.
Perhaps it is the fire that never goes out,
the spark of a love that defies time,
at every parting, the heart is intoxicated,
and at each reunion, the feeling blossoms.