Curtain Falls.
Teary, red set of eyes - no more.
My skin is no longer blotched
My chest is finally at ease
My mind had,
by now,
wandered off a thousand stars from you.
Those wound will close up soon
These scars will heal
Our stories forgotten
And miseries, begone!
In ecstasies of a new born bliss
Today, no more, I wept.
Off you go, ask not for my kiss
For thy memoirs I had swept.
Au revoir, my loved once,
I shalt now bid you a'dieu!
and its finale!
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