Song | Time Is Shadow |
Artist | Cemetery of Scream |
Album | Prelude to a Sentimental Journey |
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The fire is out, and spent the warmth thereof | |
This is the end of every song man sings | |
The golden wine is drunk, the dregs remain : | |
Bitter as warmwood, and as salt as pain | |
And hope health have gone the way of love | |
Into the drear oblivion of lost things | |
Ghosts go along with us until the end: | |
This was a mistress; this, perhaps, a friend... | |
With pale, indifferent eyes we sit and wait | |
For the dropt curtain and the closing gate | |
This is the end of every song man sings | |
James Elroy | |
Flecker |