There are universes we live in
One yours and the other mine
You will never know the music here
And I can never complete your rhyme
Times we share,
But heads we keep. Selfish
So here we go our separate ways,
In and out of the worlds we rake
Friends once, strangers in make
Awkward scenes in pitiful takes
But this is just a small little part
For there will be
Other million caboodles on a summer plane
Of what is to be, to do, to see
to sigh with, to pleasure with a smiling plea
There, I shall see you again.
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