ago and away

 
 
 
    Long ago and far away
    In the inner plains of time
    A fair voice was heard to say
    We will meet to love someday.
 
    Through centuries of waking dream
    Varied tongues have shared the rhyme
    Each meeting, new though it may seem,
    Another pattern in the scheme.
 
    Running now through you and me
    A thread, a wisp of fleeting song —
    An ever-mending tapestry —
    This treasured bit of life we see.
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