Her road I did not take, through woods of gold, Where birches bend and secrets old unfold. The sunlit path that glimmered in her eyes, Led far from where my lonesome journey lies.
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When memory fades and heart stops to ache, one feels like a traitor. But God's grace is as such that path of life moves against bane.