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This Piece might be Commonly interpreted as a done deal. But I am no common interpreter of Anything, so will only submit that it is redolent of and replete with the sense of a destiny most profound indeed. And its a good Poem, too.
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Through the misted glass Of my silent heart I feel you quietly trespass, Though we must remain apart. Our bond of words and rhyme Shall placidly await future days, When the spinnings of time Join them in woven tapestries.