where
do the ends lie?
What were we aiming for?
Neither he understood; nor I.
Smoke rises from the lamp,
along with the light
This dream I floated in,
it has
broken tonight.
Congrats to you my dear,
on
your charming loving find
On drawing so close to someone,
that you left others behind
You will take your love and
build a whole world a-new.
Whenever this evening comes I
-- I will still think of you.
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