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[The Arabs have a saying:
One soul in two bodies.] |
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Longing |
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by W.F. Manchester |
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| I see your face light up when our
eyes meet, |
| As we both run together, |
| Heedless of the onlookers, |
| Our lips touch, |
| I feel our souls commingle… |
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| So gentle, |
| You were the only love I ever knew: |
| The cornerstone that completed my
earthly house of life… |
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| Now, |
| As the time grows near to join you |
| My soul grows more impatient with
each passing day, |
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Trapped in this prison of time… |
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| One day, |
| The glass will shatter, |
| Our sands will intermingle once
again, |
| On the shores of eternity. |
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