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;

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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….