I WANTED A PERFECT ENDING. NOW I'VE LEARNED, THE HARD WAY, THAT SOME POEMS DON'T RHYME, AND SOME STORIES DON'T HAVE A CLEAR BEGINNING, MIDDLE, AND END. SWEET IS THE MEMORY OF DISTANT FRIENDS! LIKE THE MELLOW RAYS OF THE DEPARTING SUN, IT FALLS TENDERLY, YET SADLY, ON THE HEART. LIFE IS ABOUT NOT KNOWING, HAVING TO CHANGE, TAKING THE MOMENT AND MAKING THE BEST OF IT, WITHOUT KNOWING WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT. A CHORD, STRONGER OR WEAKER, IS SNAPPED ASUNDER IN EVERY PARTING, AND TIME'S BUSY FINGERS ARE NOT PRACTICED IN RE-SPLICING BROKEN TIES. MEET AGAIN YOU MAY; WILL IT BE IN THE SAME WAY? WITH THE SAME SYMPATHIES? WITH THE SAME SENTIMENTS? WILL THE SOULS, HURRYING ON IN DIVERSE PATHS, UNITE ONCE MORE, AS IF THE INTERVAL HAD BEEN A DREAM? RARELY, RARELY! ASIFBE4LIVE _? RULEMAKER.
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I WANTED A PERFECT ENDING. NOW I'VE LEARNED, THE HARD WAY, THAT SOME POEMS DON'T RHYME, AND SOME STORIES DON'T HAVE A CLEAR BEGINNING, MIDDLE, AND END. SWEET IS THE MEMORY OF DISTANT FRIENDS! LIKE THE MELLOW RAYS OF THE DEPARTING SUN, IT FALLS TENDERLY, YET SADLY, ON THE HEART. LIFE IS ABOUT NOT KNOWING, HAVING TO CHANGE, TAKING THE MOMENT AND MAKING THE BEST OF IT, WITHOUT KNOWING WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT. A CHORD, STRONGER OR WEAKER, IS SNAPPED ASUNDER IN EVERY PARTING, AND TIME'S BUSY FINGERS ARE NOT PRACTICED IN RE-SPLICING BROKEN TIES. MEET AGAIN YOU MAY; WILL IT BE IN THE SAME WAY? WITH THE SAME SYMPATHIES? WITH THE SAME SENTIMENTS? WILL THE SOULS, HURRYING ON IN DIVERSE PATHS, UNITE ONCE MORE, AS IF THE INTERVAL HAD BEEN A DREAM? RARELY, RARELY! ASIFBE4LIVE _? RULEMAKER.
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