The river's course, it shifts its face each dawn,
Tomorrow's path, a mystery withdrawn.
It flowed, a torrent, restless, ever keen,
And now, this heart, no longer mine, has been.
By every means, I reached for you, my plea,
To whisper how I longed for you, to be…
If you understood the yearning, deep and true,
The words you spoke, eyes averted, hid from view…
[The verses are missing, a void they now impart,
Leaving the soul to bleed within the heart.]
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