Wednesday, November 2, 2016

The end is near, my dearest

Can you hear the willows cry
and the rivers are in tears
or have you gone without good bye

The wind is howling
and the sky has turned gray
Are you still listening
or have you sailed away

How do we do this
Where do we start
May I have one last kiss
Or should we just drifted apart

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