no questions asked. the answer is not important. what's important is that we always knew we would meet someday, in a couple of years, and guess what - we won't. not anymore.
While in air, among the true branches flown
The turtledoves moan.
How this pale land, oh traveller, too
Pale yourself, mirrors you,
And your drowned hopes how sadly they weep
High in the sighing leaves!
goodbye!
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