The days s e p a r a t e us,
They pull us apart.
Each moment we are further from each other,
Each moment we are closer to the end.
Together we have broken our glass bottles
And set our ships sailing to separate continents.
You will spin your yarn
And I will spin mine.
Let our hands turn cold,
Let the wind chill our chalky bones.
Our hearts may sink or break against the rocks,
The other cannot know.
You set anchor in such shallow waters
And it has left us with no other choice.
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