We met on a path of merriment,
Caring less at the start,
But other paths came later
And circumvented my lonely heart.
There are paths a prudent man overlooks
And paths a foolish one will try
To bid adieu with many kisses,
A stroke of love and utter a good-bye.
We met on a path of merriment -
Now pensive paths depart,
For I must rush without hesitation
To seek an unfulfilled desire in my heart.
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