It was a Cold winter night, when they had a fight, no one's fault it seemed but they called it the end.
Now it was past few years since when they ever met, both moved on and that they called life.
Still on the cold winter nights, they wonder what if it never existed that pretty evil night.
Who was the one to call it an end? Both were guilty and none did defend.
After years and more now they worry,
Brimmed with guilts. Did they ever move on or just their ego pacing?
End they called it before even beginning.
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