We met in our prime age
And made memories;
Though colorless and lifeless
Enough to tend our hopes.
Oh my dear soul
My precious heart
Cherish them well.
Hopes are doors to eternity
Dreams the watchmen
We travellers,
But way to eternity?
Which way leads to eternity?
Oh my co-traveller,
Where's the way to eternity?
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