Drawing to an end

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Written by william vercelli

Thursday, 24 January 2008 14:33

When speech begins to mumble,

When trails of thought get lost,

When simple jobs start dragging on

And fridges over-frost,

When weary turns to hardened hearts,

When love becomes routine,

When waves of passion turn to calm

It's time to end the scene.

And baby, it was wonderful,

Our kisses were like fire,

Our lives were full of fireworks,

Our love electric wire.

But fires burn out easily

And wonderful turns dull,

Electric wires lose their charge

And needs are over full.

Lakes are emptied, oceans dried,

Lands devide and part,

Powerful volcanoes blow

The lava from my heart.

Autumn leaves begin to fall

And I cannot pretent

That all the love I have for you

Is drawing to an end.

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