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Arpig -> Dying Slowly (9/20/2009 10:28:10 PM)
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DYING SLOWLY
I dreamt of some far distant land
as our pleasure lay there bleeding
Out in the streets where the lovers died
they laugh, the pain's receding
Sat on the curb with your head in my hands
with the whole world ours for the asking
thinking back on those rum-soaked days
of summers everlasting
Play a hand and take your leave
do it for me, for those who grieve
with carefully chosen words
like an old song
that goes on and on
Dying slowly with your life before you
trying not to cry, love, trying to ignore you
And who among us will grow old
who'll be here come Victoria Day
Come on, cast the bones and read the runes
tell us what the spirits say
Take my hand I'm going now
the time has come for one last bow
and your whispered final words
go on and on
such a sad song
Dying slowly, please don't remind me
The night comes on, love, and life's behind me
R. P. G.
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