I sit and wait here on the line,
I didn't mind it was perfect and sublime.
It was a dream in perfect symmetry,
a feeling from deep inside of me.
It's now gone and thus I sorrow
because there will be no more tomorrow.
Will that come I don't know,
my best wishes fly with you though.
We are not fated to meet,
our lines may even no longer greet.
It was beautiful inside,
but you're gone and I can't hide.
The fates did not agree,
for a love between you and me.
We don't have that liberty,
because the gulf of pain is infinity.
~~Fiddler 12/13/2001
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