So long, fare thee well
The dancer & the dancing days hv taken leave & fell
So turn down this bed of stone
Quench me with the deadly nightshade frm the rose that u belong
The long December rain is falling now
Running down on streets to nowhere
Music is my life u're my sweetest nightingale
But I cant hear it here no more
n I go
I go
Hush now, dont shake or break
Words hv fallen silent like soldiers to the grave
No matter what they do or say
Lay me on the sleepy meadow by the tracks upon ur face
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