Before the unwelcome arrival of fate,
Before starting too early is staying
too late,
Before the vessel that holds our hopes
sinks,
We drink.
Before the world comes to tear us
apart,
Before the end that was ripe at the
start,
Before the hour of chaos and cleaving,
We sing.
Before the fatal hour of leaving,
Before the last sun sets on your
breathing,
Before the long odds of one short last
chance,
We dance.
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