How have they passed; a hundred nights?
Flashes of memories now like flash lights.
What is written in the eyes of the lonely,
Except the name of the one they love truly?
Lovers parted because of the cruel world's endeavor,
But the world will have to bring them back together,
For it has no choice, for they have left it none,
Hope is scarce but sacrifice cannot be undone.
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