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By Ali Date: 2001 May 04 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.04.11.31.20677]] |
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Come in, I've been expecting you There's a knock on the door and love walks through And lights a fire and smiles a smile As if love were going to stay a while And the fire breathes and weaves its spell But then love runs out of lies to tell For love is restless, love's a flirt Love has places to go and people to hurt So here's the shovel to smother the flame Tomorrow you'll barely remember my name And I'll try to forget you, my dearest one As a prisoner tries to forget the sun For life holds no purpose, and love holds no charms Since I beheld you in another's arms. |