And as I leave home,
I think it’s over,
I’ve loosened strings
I’ve lost my cover
And as I let go
Of your hand in mine
I think it’s over
We’ve stopped time
And as I turn this last page
And linger over last words
I feel the emptiness
Moving backwards
And as I hear these last words
And see your eyes close forever
I have you only in mind
With a lowering fever
And as I walk away
And you do too,
I wonder when I’ll walk back
And what I’ll do
And as I think everything is final
And as I want this road to bend
As I wish for some more
Death comes as the end.
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