CLOSE THE DOOR
Close the door of that hotel room
The one that plays the sad old tunes
Those aching scenes of love left dead
And the crazy dreams within your head
They only serve to numb the soul
Those buried scripts that fill the hole
Which was once filled with hopes and dreams
But now it only echoes screams
Close that door and walk away
You know you are the star of the play
Waterkat
THE PARTING
Since there’s no help, come let us part. Nothing I have done; you get no more of me, and I’m glad, yeah, glad with all my heart that we can at last ourselves free. Shake hands, cancel all vows, and when we meet again at any time be it not seen in either of our brows that we retain one jot of former love in pain.
Now at the gasp of love's last breath, when passions pulse is failing, lying speechless- and faith is kneeling by his bed of death, innocence is closing up his eyes. Now if we would, when all is given over from death to life, that we may yet recover.
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