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Two people, strangers in every manner,
With stars askew, they met one kismet night,
But fate intended no wedding banner,
Instead, they were to live in single flight.
Perhaps they weren't to meet that star-lit day:
If she had passed by, with no wistful sigh -
If he had paused, indifference held at bay -
The sole encounter might have passed them by.
But meet they did, with nothing same again
For sun met moon when first their eyes did meet.
Soon sun had melted moon and night lay slain,
In morning dew, they contraired to greet.
With final second did they kiss adieu,
But early morning kiss was last of two.