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Yes, I know,

It was inevitable.



Even though,

We love each other,



We know,

We really, must soon go.



So, we'll part our ways,

And lives our lives alone.



You feel at ease on a mountain top,

But I prefer a sandy beach.



You like the mountain air,

I prefer a salty breeze.



And so it is, that you must go,

Where tall trees grow and rivers flow.



And I in turn, will go my way,

Where seagulls soar over a sunlit bay.



Perhaps, someday, we'll meet again,

And talk of happy times.



Where salty breezes sway tall trees...

And the mountains meet the sea.



-Written by Dee Daffodil (H.W, July 6,1982)

