This is a tale
Of days long gone
When a solitary bird flew up one morn
Deep to the woods
To hearken a call
It heard a deep cry
A soul riven
Broken to bits
Was it two now or one?
It watched as the souls
Danced together
And then fell apart
This was a game
Played from the start
It watched again
As they drifted away
To lands far beyond
Its wings sadly did not obey
Twas under a spell to stay
Four score years it waited
Then no more
Why here are the souls
Entwined for ever more
There is pure joy
And strange delight
As the bird watched lost souls unite
This was meant to be
Tis what is right
Tis the divine decree
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