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The biggest mystery remains
the crossing of our paths.
Capitulation of the strong
due to a well thought out glance.
Your end gave start to our beginning
with such a fitting green-eyed glow.
First time we died, it really was
as timid as the first "Hello".
The odds were never on our side
but we defied each single one.
I gave it all and all I took
could fit inside my patient hands.
That innocence had never left,
it's simply lost, trapped in a maze.
Confusion's something that we made,
it can be shattered with a gaze.