Two birds part ways, fly high, fall down, die lone.
Their souls walk close, pain less, heart less, love less.
One says "Happy we were crying, smiling even while whining".
The other says "O love! We were living. Now dying.
Dying to live more, crying to smile more. Yet happier I am.
For I can't part now. For I am you now. Forever yours now. For forever."
Their wings catch the eternal fire of love, and disappear to live again.
To live again, love again, whine again, die again. Like just love, forever.
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