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The Found Lovers
They sit across the table
These old ones from bygone
Smiles and nods erase the time
Lost and owed to others
Two that met while they were young
When muscles and wills were strong
Two that danced alone, together
On a dance floor full of dreams
Together once more…
Once more to share the time
As two pairs of wrinkled hands clasp as if to hold
Time from marching forward, relentless, so it is
They sit across the table, these old ones from bygone
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Treech
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