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These empty streets
It was always too late for us
Before I could even say ‘I love you so’.
These empty streets scattered
Snow in the icy air
Telling me you’re no longer there.
I took you into my dreams before I even knew
You existed and all the twists of life bounded
Up with you. But who can see the end of life?
In this storm of wind and cold and being young
Do not tell me that the stars still shine
They are just God’s joke at our expense.
Life is lent, never given, borrowed on a whim,
From accident, or design.
We hoped that serendipity is the mistress of intent.
But luck and chance conspired to come too late
And merest fate took over.
As usual a cold body in a lake means love came
Too early or too late to create or recreate
Those blue-remembered hills of home.
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