Last Words
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Thinking of you, a thousand words run through my brain Blinking back the tears, I try to hide the pain A gleaming sword upon the wall reminds me of you Brilliant and shining, forever straight and true Funny how face to face the right words never came How years must have passed before you knew my name I kept saying and doing so many wrong things Baffling you with what each performance might bring But through it you were somehow always there for me To gaze upon with pleasure all the world could see For how many evenings were you my treasured champion? With your victorious spirit which no one could dampen To relive each night over I would sell my soul Clinging to your memory as my heart grows old Vivid in my mind now is the last time I saw you You turned for a moment and I knew not what to do I recall babbling on about when I might return While just beneath the surface, despair began to burn Knowing I was dangling from the end of your medieval line You simply smiled and said, "See you next time" But I could see in your eyes that "next time" would never come |
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