You may not understand,
But it's time,
Time for our fairy tell,
To come to an end.

The reason it hurts,
Is our connected souls,
have been and maybe always intertwined,

Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before,
Each of them we've found each other,
Each time we've been forced apart,
For the same reason

Then it means goodbye,
Both for the past thousand,
And also a prelude,
To what will come

I know, I've spent every life before,
Searching for you,
Not someone like you,
But you
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