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Not by Chance
We came to be,
And we ceased.
As if touched by the Erlking,
It died without a trace.
We have often looked back,
We have not forgotten what died,
For it was not without trouble
That love was lost in a flurry.
A rash decision,
Perhaps.
The right decision,
We do not know.
It happens for a reason,
So I’ve been told.
Nothing is an accident,
And if it matters,
It will return.
