Monday brought its blues
The pull between dreams
And the bitter reality
When you had to face
The same music, in the past
The fear of an ending
When there’s no beginning,
Without anything to say
Except a few bitter words
And as you say my lies
What can I say except
That you have no clue
What mess you will be
When all this finishes
Because I know well
Sometimes the heaven
Offers some warning
Some strange signal
For the weary traveller
To run away for life
There are no endings
Nor any beginnings
In a love like this
Only a pervading sense
Of our seamlessness
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