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There was a man, the last of his kind
He traveled alone, through space and time
He met a girl dressed in pink
She in turn didn't know what to think
They traveled together for years to come
Met all kinds of beings, and then some
But like all things, they come to an end
She gets locked out, far from her friend
Now he must travel alone
He will never truly find a home
There will be others to travel with him
But none can replace his hurt within
Wherever he goes, he still sees her face
All throughout time and space
He learns to live, followed by her ghost
But she will always matter most
She made him better than he ever could be
She saw in him what others couldn't see
And without her now he won't be the same
He thinks of her, but won't utter her name
Years will pass, he goes place to place
Will never forget the sight of her face