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When the stars no longer race

to the farthest edge of space;

when Universe has spent its fuel,

shrinking to big bang renewal;

Our time alive will come again

as our death becomes our birth.

We'll rise undead at our life's end

emerging from the dusty earth.

Old age will give way to youth.

Growing young will be the truth.

Infirmities will fade away

as time reverses day by day.

This time there will be no parting.

Our last goodbyes will be our starting.

The bitter sorrow of separation

will become sweet celebration.

So don't despair, no don't regret.

All is not lost, our love lives yet.

It waits for us on time's back road 

to return when worlds implode.