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Each heart's course is charted,
Etched and polished in time.
Blown like the sun across the sky,
Pulled like tides, by lunar light,
Burning like stars 'midst deep twilight.
Alone, adrift,
Ever seeking sweet respite,
'Till that final destiny...
Endless journeys of love's insight.
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