Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul,
another lonely soul.
Each chasing each through all the weary hours,
and meeting strangely at one sudden goal;
Then blend they -
like green leaves with golden flowers,
Into one beautiful and perfect whole -
And life's long night is ended,
and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.
coincidental reply?
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