letting you die
The pain of parting is paring But I'm daring It's not that I'm not caring I'm just tired of tarrying And carrying
It's not about trading stings Or rings So many twos of things
Riding through the woods all harrowing Holding on to our faery wings
It's not a hero thing Or a witch's fling Just a duet we didn't sing
As if circling the drain I pass on the periphery But I slip free Past is past We make what the future brings Or so it seems
At least A new branch may produce fruit Where the old did not Part it from the trunk Before it shares its rot Shoot first Before they make the shot
Who has the bullet bought? Dead lesson the duel taught In spider strings still caught Cut the thread The farm's bought
Trust we fare well With the knowledge we sought Freed from a hell With a dash and a dot
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