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Wednesday, September 17, 2008


A Response

It won’t be long now,

Our love, how it plays its final story,
Like all else in world’s glory,
Soon end and be no more.

Perhaps we might never meet again.
We learn the awful ache,
What separation means,
When time runs out and we see
It’s too late to mend a heart
That has been rendered, torn apart.

Right now I feel it’s true,
We will never meet again, while
We live this side of heaven, while we
Yet abide earth’s shore of the river.

Strange, yeah, our fragile hope
That you stop it with your forked tongue,
Abandon your bad habit, and proclaim,

Admit it; you broke the deal,
And, as for me, you know the story,
Surrender, otherwise, forget it,

Just say to all, to one and all,
I am gone, you’ve done me wrong.
I swear, I don’t care, I don’t care.
I am gone. Gone, Gone, Gone,

I am through with you in my face,
All the lies about your miserable fate,

I’ve had it! I’m really gone! Moved on,
Because you done me wrong!

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