Years have passed on the same lane;
Travelling together has been so easy!
Now time calls upon to part! My dear;
A new road, A new journey perhaps;
You lead all over our part we travel,
Today a fresh lane awaits to gravel.
We are blessed with loads of memoirs;
To shape us good! To make us poise.
This, all of it, and none more to tell,
A vow to be bounded, none be frail.
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