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"The saddest thing about love is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten." – William Faulkner You cannot be my love, for you have gone To far-off lands, there just on the other side Of the horizon, bleak and dark. Now our love, Like the sinking sun, turning gold to red, Only to disperse into a cataclysmic dark. There's a deep loneliness that spreads like venom Into my very soul; but there is courage, too. For will not the dying sun dawn up again next morn? I harbour hope for a new love; the tide will turn again A new life begins. The waning sun turns to fiery gold. Placed 1
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