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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.