Liquid fire pours out of my eyes
As I watch you say good-bye
The stream crosses valleys and hills
Leaving black destruction in its wake
Covering my face
My vision goes blind
Won’t I see you one last time?
But this is the end —
That I know
An era has passed
God, please, make it last
Make the lessons I learned stay with me
May the memories, the love, the pain and the gain
Remain to keep my soul company
And when I move on
When my heart beats again
Let the recollections give me the strength that I need
Perchance I will dream
In my slumber, stay with me
Hold my hand one last time
And kiss me good-bye
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