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We overcame mountains; to find our way together,

Overcame racism; as well as societies judgements,

We held onto each other; as we stood in the cold.

But in the end, all was for nothing; you left me for another,

The tear on my pillow; told me it was the end,

I silently watched; standing in the rain.

But then karma had its way; the same was done unto you,

I stood there silently; a ghostly reflection in the mirror,

You may be long gone now; but the experience remains.

Perhaps when we meet across the river; we’ll reflect on it again.

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