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sentimental colloquy

in the freezing old solitary park
two shapes have just passed by
their eyes are dead and their lips are slack
and you hardly hear their words
in the freezing old solitary park
two specters have evoked the past

remember our old ecstasy?

why do you want me to remember?

does your heart still throb when you hear my name?
do you see my soul in your dreams?

no

oh happy days of unspeakable joy
when our lips met

it's possible

the sky was so blue and hope so grand

hope has fled defeated toward the dark sky

so they walked in oats wild
and night alone heard their words