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The shining light in the morning brings warmth for life,
 but sometimes this shining light brings cold to one's life. 
This is the story of a guy with pure heart,
and the girl who shall stay away nine lightyears away.

There was this girl sitting on a swing,
Looking at the stars above,
she sang the a pretty song,
With those perfect cords.

Then entered a guy,
With a beautiful little smile,
And changed the girls life,
from sunset to the moonrise.

Then as all the stories goes,
Those funny and sweet talks strikes the shore,
The little stars below thought this would go on,
But the good times comes always with the coldest thing of all,
The girl did not know the worth of the bond.

She thought of someone else,
Someone who she thought who was purer that those sweet talks between them,
That's how the girl left,
Leaving the stars underneath and above.
Later as the days passed,
The girl realised something that shocks,
Realization that what she has now is not that pure,
The pure was the talk between the guy on the swing and her, 
thats how She left the world above and below for the guy she loved.

Later when she asked the lights below,
The lights below said the guy left them alone,
She realised that she left her heart here before,
About some years ago,
She thought that was her fault,
But that was their fate.

This their story,
The story of a girl and boy that had to live nine light years away,
Changing fate was hard,
But change of fate could occur through the loop holes.

This story not started in this life ,
But started 7 lives before.
Every life god tried to tear them apart,
But as the saying goes,
Love can do all this if they want.

Even if they were nine lightyears apart,
Something still connected them,
From heart to heart.
This was a guy from alternate universe who waited for her,
Just like he did in the start.

But how this cold night would last that long.
They met again between the stars beneath on the swing,
Singing together the sweet sings.
This story may have turned perfect by the shore,
But remember not all the pure love is the soulmate you were waiting for years.
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