in a world
full of strangers,
i'am bound to meet
a lightning striking;
love, weeping
in its first downfall,
a heart i cannot keep.
we held on to
the magic of a story ---
my distant dream,
his fondest memory.
for me, who sinned;
for love, who fell;
it is a sad fate.
and we continue to mourn
long after it has ended.
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