PERCABETH RHAPSODY
4: TOO LONG
Of all the days I could've said it
The very end was when I chose -
At the very edge of prophecy
When my life came to a close.
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Of all the days I could've said it;
On my face she could've read it
But I closed my doors too long ago
And now I'm clothed in fallen snow;
But our love, did she forget it?
Of all the days I could've said it
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The very end was when I chose,
By then bound in my death throes
And then wound in funeral tones;
No Titans to feast upon my bones
But no life left to give a rose;
The very end was when I chose;
-
At the very edge of prophecy
I ended; my last philosophy
To show her the smile upon my face
And bear this destiny's disgrace
But I destroyed that monstrosity
At the very edge of prophecy
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When my life came to a close.
Beyond the grave, I now suppose
If I had made the right decision –
Why follow fate to this precision
When I lost what I wanted most
When my life came to a close….
