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Underneath the rainbows of lies and mistakes,

and a wind of love that was not,

the hour hand that was just a little too late,

sands of time showed how they fought,

In our blues we met,

bringing guilt to the light,

Hearts broken and wet,

sins to our own delight,

Afraid of our own touch,

scarred mirrors or was it the faces,

Hands,we did clutched,

like joining mazes to make places,

your farewell to a memory was not over,

mine just struggled to be,

The present knows me,Past was to know her,

while the good and the bad played hide and seek,

We built a house of cards,

leaving the joker behind,

the joke soon caught us off guard,

and the queen threw the king over the line,

Dawned upon by the truth,

if truth was the sunlight,

clouds were us,we dared we could,

Monsoon was just a metaphor over our eyes,

Now we shall part,my clandestine,

a part of us was always apart,

played our parts,scripted by the divine,

ends to ends,ends to my start,

And if we should meet again at a time in space,

How shall I greet thee ?

with that rainbow of lies and mistakes,

another guilt,another secret,another you and me