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The Music Played On

Sing me a song before I sleep
Love me again as once before
I will not beg, will not implore
That is the past, it's buried deep

Can you remember how we were
And let me hear your vibrant voice
Am I ignored, losing my choice
Am I still left adrift, unsure

Your dreams were mine in times long past
My thoughts still linger over you
But never wanting to pass through
A wistful, waning shadow cast

The music is the best you give
But still it tears my heart apart
It will not end, will always start
After the coda still I live

Dying embers stoked with breathing
Burst into flaming streaks of loss
That dissipate before a joss
Bow before it calm but seething

Idols never give what you need
Hear again the pagans strumming
Instruments that start you humming
As I tear my flesh and we bleed

You do this without thought or care
Letting out the hounds of terror
Just to cover up your error
Beware my darling please beware

This will be the end, am I right
This will be the night without light
Pass from my vision, from my sight
It is the end, it is the night.

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