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My love, before the world began we are
My love, before the world began we are --
The world, like us, is but a trend, a chance --
A happy confluence of eternal
currents --
A wave in the river, a wind in the stars,
A twist of time, one twirl of the dance --
A quirk of space. -- And in
these magic torrents
We were swimming and innocently caught
And swept away, apart -- separately
Were plunged into the world
alive, alone. --
Through all this frantic turmoil have we sought
To find each other, once again to join and be
The happy unity that we had
known --
For then this little world will be for nought --
Another wave to watchers by the sea.
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