Humming to myself, the stakes are pulled up One by one Singing forgotten melodies, I clean the plates and cups One by one The tents are rolled and packaged, the rope has been hewn Gone and done Looking around, by the crisp light of the waxing moon I'm left the only one My carnival of the Lost Realm is rolled and put away The doors are shut, the tickets ripped are left unto decay No one came to its wake, a lack of interest some may say The foundation left to ruin, perhaps to shine again one day The pendulum swings unbalanced beneath the earth and sky Rivers wrought from bitter penance now only flow to cry The banners are left to seed, the poetry is now awry Your lips as cold as when we met, ask no questions why Karnevil amusements fade and leave, for they could never wait With it go the mysteries and all the games you hate The trophies of my triumphs when at last we went to state And the pictures I'll remember, even though it is too late But tell me, what will happen to all the games you play Will they live to taunt another, or will they fade away? Tell me what you thought about, although you will never say I tried my last some time ago, the ribbons have now frayed The kiddy rides are closed now, and the coasters are condemned The gardens have grown over from where all the roses stemmed Yet we haven't died but moved on to the locale under the elms Maybe visit us sometime in the Karnevil of my sweet Lost Realm...
Reason for writing:
Goodbye my dears
My love will never disappear
And if you ever feel alone
Feel free to pick up the phone
(if you can find the time)
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