Night falls as time disappears,
and the lyric that flows,
maestro tunes in a melancholy,
word's seem lost in her beauty,
in the chords of an acoustic,
as he blooms like an acetate,
smiles, yet cries of heartache,
as ounces of trust break and dissipate,
tears of ecstasy bade his faith,
as he lay's on the bed of death,
leaving behind a testimony,
he demands on grave, a bottle of whiskey,
as he abandoned himself from this world,
he asked me to convey her his love..
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