Our existence may be, but a fraction of light
If more exists of us, it’s out of touch and out of sight
My mind questions this, but my heart wants it so
For if that path be true, what wonders don’t we know
When our dust returns to dust, reclaimed by stars as we must
That essential being, left behind to see what’s true
Know Plato’s truth, yours shall of mine
Pure love endures, beyond space, beyond time
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