Brought to heights like Icarus
To fall as only Satan knows
To have danced in the courts of Dionysus
And tread where Persephone's garden grows
Light and dark, so oft the same
Another rose, a different name
We pick our cards and play the game
We want the choices but not the blame
We fear the loss just like the gain
Live for the pleasure and the pain
Just don't pretend you never knew
When this dance is finally through
We grab our coats and bid adieu
And it ends like these things often do
And one day when the memories are faded
We've forgotten why we walked away
The celluloid in our minds degraded
All we have then is what may
Or may not have happened had this or that
Become tomorrow and that next day
Found us arm in arm, and all that matt-
ered was the interwining
The rune stones of our own divining
All came back to decisions made
How the sheets turned down in these beds we've made
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