Finding the one

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It was the best of times

It was the worst of days

But in the end

So long as we stood together

We could watch the world burn…

 

That’s what he told her with a smile

As she handed him the match,

And at their feet there stood

Piles of old photographs,

Letters, mementos of people they knew.

 

There were no tears-

There need not be.

As the smoke spiralled upward

They left the past behind

And hand in hand they walked,

Out to the sunlight,

Out to their own new world.

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