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Kismet
We both shed many bitter tears,
But married in the after years,
And then
We once more parted. In the street,
As strangers now, we never greet
Each other.
I saw you walking yesterday,
Beside you, slightly streaked with grey,
Your brother,
Reminding me of years that range
Against us. Soon the latest change
Will come,
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