Mate

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Mate

Our separate winding ways we trod,

Along the highways, unto God,

Unbonded by the clasp of hand,

Without a vow⁠—we understand,

Estranged for aye, the fusing kiss,

Omnipotent, we bide in this⁠—

They need no trammeling of bars

Whose souls were welded with the stars.