it's not just a sweet desire,
but an earnest longing ...
the end is nigh,
happiness willing ...
but the mind fails to decipher,
this, that and the other ...
happiness sails by,
a fleeting memory,
a kindling,
a possibility,
a possibile reality,
now a distant dream ...
just one,
one, none the less ...
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We weep for that which we may never lose.
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