you and I live in bliss somewhere it's near the end I'll meet you there if we never thought we'd never meet we'd still be bound by ties so sweet I'll meet you in there with lost love's souls just stay with me here until we grow old in liquidised speleothem
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DALL·E 3 Revised Prompt
A depiction of two figures existing in blissful harmony in a serene setting that conveys an approaching end. In the distance, a meeting place where love lost finds its soul again. Just hold onto the sentiment of growing old together in a landscape manifesting as liquidised speleothem.