This isn't at all
How I thought it would be,
Me here forever
And you ‘cross the sea;
I never expected
That we'd be together,
Nor did I imagine
We'd meet almost never
‘Til age makes us weary
And brittles our bones
And buries our memories
‘Neath moss covered stones.
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