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Despite the painful throes, despite the frenzied slings,

Despite the sharp arrows and their poisonous stings,

Of outrageous fortune that makes play seriously

Both fanfares, out of tune, simultaneously,

Those two, wildly ticking away as time would do,

And yet such nitpicking about which much ado,

And yet they remain mute to one another’s ears,

Thus matures the lone fruit stuck into the old gears,

Despite the strange wild cards that have somehow been dealt,

Despite the broken shards of all that has been felt,

Despite the obstacles which this life threw at us,

Or the dark spectacles which realities muss

Since the time we both met, despite those that rained down

Upon me or have yet to turn into a frown,

Despite the fact it feels we’ve already parted,

As if the world reveals it has never started,

I cannot say in truth that this life I regret,

I trust upon my youth I need not to forget,

For, see, my universe will never be the same;

What I mean by this verse is that I’m glad you came…

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