When the last song is sung, nothing is denied—not love, not guilt, not longing.
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Come let us sit by this brightly burning fire;
let us forget all and everything, the good and the dire
Let the high flames defrost our frozen souls,
all the cold voids within and all the black holes
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Come let us search for and grab our broken violins;
let us sing songs, and remember and repent our sins
Let the warmth of our company mend our broken hearts,
all the joys and regrets - together and in parts
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Come let us lament, the fading memory of old love;
let us caress our nostalgia - the delicate, grey dove
Let the stories we tell mark our long and sad past,
let them cherish our tears, which dried up so fast
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Come let us remember innocence, which was lost forever;
let us applaud corruption, the seduction was so very clever
Let us rethink all our deeds, so lofty and so dark,
let us not pass a harsh judgment, with a red mark
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Come let us sit by this brightly burning fire;
let us blow it anew, the flames loftier and higher
Let us say farewell to everything, ambition, and desire;
warmly welcoming the end, the savior, and the pyre
Shehryar khawar 