Beloved, we must part: as I beg, do not let it be
Calamitous and bitter, it has been in the past
There has been too much sadness and self-pity:
Let us be done with it: forever, now, at last.

Never has the sun been more brilliant sitting in the sky.
There have never been more eager hearts, to be free.
Kicking down dragons without our swords.
No longer holding back, we are midnight mammals which see.

Searching the dark for a different muse.
There is regret. Always, there is regret.
However better it is, that our lives unloose,
As two tall oaks, wind mastered, drenched with light.
Break from the storm with branches out stretched.
Making it back from breaking hearts, wrecked.

Bittersweet to loosen strings, knots, noose.
Freedom it rings, sadness ensues.
Beloved, we must part: as I beg, do not let it be

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