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    The End


    And now I go back home,
    Empty is my hand,
    The war I waged is lost,
    Bitter was my stand,

    So let's just go on dreaming,
    But say that we are friends,
    The thing about beginnings is,
    They always rise from ends.

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    Posted 2 months ago.



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    1. Señor Spielbergo

      Nice little poem. Does it have a meaning or is just a some random nice lines that came to mind?


      Posted 2 months ago


    1. Brian Ua

      Thanks very much. It's just about a complicated relationship ending. But sure, such is life.


      Posted 2 months ago