Even my pain will die
one day, when I’m gone too…
Even my tears will dry
one day, when there’s no more of you…
Even my sobbing will cease
one day, when my throat’s forever mute…
But my lines will remain,
if you don’t burn them with me –
they will rankle in your eyes
and your heart they will char,
in your ears - like church bells they’ll toll -
for they will be someone else’s song when I die.
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