You’ve read the songs I carefully penned,
And felt the heart from which they sprung.
But as farewell comes, I’m lost, dismayed,
No words come up my tongue.
There’s no reason I should write anymore,
No reason to laugh nor smile.
It’s as if life grew dark and thick,
A silent pause for a while.
The end, it came like a lark bird’s creak;
And as I picked up my bags and keys,
I looked back once at those memories,
And said, “Goodbye to times like these.”
If every emotion had a word,
And every word an emotion stirred,
No songs would bloom, no hearts would sing,
Just dictionaries, defining everything.
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