The sun rose in pink like watercolour
stroking out the moonlight and yesterday's gold
the river a stream of watchful animals
and above them we stood in awe
A creature of habit, a seeker of zest
though we share the same soul we have different quests
a feeling I've known from the time we first met
there are sorrows that never seem fair
when the sun sets we'll both be elsewhere
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