Awakened the morning with the sun,
Water courses through the fountain nearby.
Then again, which will?
Somber enough,
Gabrielle's soul is of the TWILIGHT.
Xena's hands with them to weep,
A willful need to be close.
This heart is your's to keep my bard,
For us I wished, the path you chose.
But, look at you now, Xena. Who are you?
I am of truth that I bare, our SOULS are united.
Without you Gabrielle, I couldn't go on.
The Water's Of Time, stand no chance against us.
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