Why are you going, where have you been?
My dear best friend, As we sit in the spare time
Someday's end Taking comfort in each others arms.
Share me your stories and I'll share you mine,
And so we will pass few hours time.
In your bliss, we spent- Silently searching for that elusive sign.
Thought our memories will never depart
Now We'll fashion the future and polish the past,
While the grains of sand slip through the glass
'we promised to be what we were like in past .
Conversation fades with the evening's golden light,
We cannot go on, try though we might;
So hug me so tight, And we
wistfully, longingly say goodnight but not goodbye .
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