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We drift apart through endless night,

but something deep still draws the line.

No fate, no name, no grand design,

can break the illusion of time.

The fire remembers how it burned,

the tree still leans into the sun.

No silence ever breaks the thread,

no time can steal what we become.

The ages pass, the mountains fall,

the skies collapse, the seas divide.

But nature hums beneath it all,

a song that pulls us back through time.

We drift apart through endless night,

but something deep still draws the line.

No fate, no name, no grand design,

can break the illusion of time.