What should have been to begin with
we have found now, too late.
You raise your laughing eyes to mine
We raise our empty glasses high
and contemplate our fate: with barely time
to tell each other
all we've missed
of two long and eventful lives.
We'll die
before the tales
are told.
But if our tale began
back then, who knows? By now
it might have gotten old.
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