And loves arrow,
does fly true,
and the lovers,
reunted, dark knight,
and his setting sun,
but a shadow lingers,
not of clouds,
this one be,
over the hearts,
of those who lost,
we that see,
our chances never to be,
and so in happpeness,
we mourn, the loss,
of this star lit sky,
to us who love from afar.
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