Through a one-way mirror
And out the two-way door,
Wishes go unanswered,
Yet there are always more.
Through the visions of happiness
Clouded by doubt and time
Yearnings go unrealized;
Half of them are mine.
Across the years the other half
Come speeding to my heart.
Is there never a place to meet?
Never a time to start?
-Eliza Woodhouse
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