Once, how much we loved each other, never to be parted
We swore that our love would never lessen and would never fade or go
We were young then, proud and fresh-hearted,
We were too naïve to understand the fickle ways of life, too young to know.
Fate is like a wind unexpected, uncontrolled, with red autumn leaves swept before it
Far apart in the whirling gust, far away in the blast cruel time of year
Seldom we meet now, but when we do it erupts trepidation and fear
How far we fell; how more we fall behind this unexplained un witty split
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