The End In Every Story

The End In Every Story short poem

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You and I were meant to be
For days have come and years to see
This isle so far I don’t know why
For shaking my feet and hand just sigh

I know it’s not our final walk
Cause being with you is not just a simple talk
For days have come and at last here it is
This old and vintage church will end with a kiss

There’s a lot of trouble and battle is hard
For you and me have done something bad
All things start with challenge and acceptance
For change is a long and winding hindrance

But now this story will end with a start
Our worlds have link and will never stay apart
For every story will come to an end

It’s our choice to be happy and no one can bend

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