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LOOKING BEYOND
Let us not cry over spilled milk,
The lines of fate could not change,
We were close and yet, out of range,
Let us look beyond and not feel strange.
You and I could have been one,
But what's destined is not undone,
We are like puppets tied to chains,
Someone, somewhere, enjoys the fun.
Look beyond the past and resume,
Pick up the threads of disrupted life,
And never for even once presume,
Our passions' flames will ever exhume.
Look at the evening star when it shines,
I too may be looking, who knows!
Has anyone thought that it doesn't set,
Night's darkness looms but it glows.
