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The Last Song

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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

The Kingdom without a King

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I have heard there is a place where broken hearts need no mending—and it waits for us all.

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I have heard there is a kingdom buried deep,

far away from this chaos and the mayhem

I have heard it can be found if your faith takes a leap,

but not by those who are hateful or who condemn

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I have heard that it is so peaceful down below,

silence is a tranquil lake with no dark murmurs

I have heard there is no ego there, high or low,

life is no longer a battle, no losers and no learners

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I have heard that there is comfort in its darkness,

no sudden challenge, or no opportunity to be won

I have heard there is just serenity, and no harshness,

there’s no curtain to be dropped, and your roles are done

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I have heard love is a wraith there, forgotten forever,

your broken heart needs no more solace, no mending

I have heard all are equal there, the fools and the clever,

the fire inside is all put out; it needs no more tending

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I have heard the kingdom is without a king,

the last refuge for all the tired and broken souls

I have heard the admission needs no magical ring,

you step across the threshold, and the drum rolls

Once I wanted to be immortal

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A haunting journey from the hunger for immortality to the longing for silence.

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Once I wanted to be immortal;

experience each pleasure that life was offering,

and live each dream, my imagination was proffering

But then I saw, and then I observed,

each pleasure came with regret and too much pain,

that dreams were a loss, and not really a gain

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Once I wanted to be immortal;

live each day with laughter, my heart brimming with joy,

and love the whole world, its beauty, and its clever ploy

But then I saw, and then I observed,

all joy was fake, and happiness was only opium,

that love was a farce, enacted from an egoistic podium

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Once I wanted to be immortal;

experience all my wisdom could understand and reach,

learn all the lessons that life could ever teach

But too many years have passed, and I have grown up;

now I just want to fade away and dissolve without a trace,

and sleep a blissful sleep, far beyond this time and space

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Now, every trace of my presence, I just want to erase,

the glory is all gone, and extinguished is the blaze

Now, I just want to find a way out of this fucking maze,

I just want to get out, without any kudos, without any praise

Go where there is no more me, no desires or ambition,

where all is always silent, the realm of the Great Magician