Time, in its ruthlessness, does not wait,
We face life's fleeting hourglass of fate.
In gardens where our love was in bloom,
A void now shadows, draped in darkest gloom.
But in every goodbye, there grows a seed,
Cultivating memories of past light,
In those treasured moments, we will indeed,
Find the courage to meet the coming night.
So in our sorrow, do not claim love's end,
For in our farewell, true love will transcend.
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