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March 6, 2013
So that’s it then, the end of an era,
all finished, there’s no going back.
Seconds from now he’ll turn and leave,
becoming the saddest joker in the pack.
What they had, they knew, was priceless.
A chance meeting and then he moved in.
The house for a while rang with laughter,
but time now, to take defeat on the chin.
They both gave it full-on commitment,
and for a time lived out their dream.
Nothing could ever compare to it,
but it’s over, and now tears stream.
Parting is such agonising sorrow, and never
more so than when it’s the end of the line.
Their paths mustn’t ever cross again, so
at each other they look, for the very last time.
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