Destiny sends each their separate way:
Vaporizing in the heat of the sun,
Soaring aloft on the web they have spun,
Condensed by cold to a rarified spray.
Each falls to earth on his pre-ordained plain,
Swept along then such as gypsy winds blow,
Carried as fates still determine their flow:
Urged by their friendship to mingle again.
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