We’ve all heard “Good things come to an end.”
And when it’s obvious we just can’t pretend.
The sun now covered by cloud after cloud,
The sizzle of the fire no longer heard aloud.
But how can we tell, how can we be sure
If there’s a little more left for us to endure?
Don’t want to make the wrong choice,
No re-dos of the opinion to voice.
The air seems strangely empty though, my friend.
Good things come to an end.
And when it’s obvious we just can’t pretend.
The sun now covered by cloud after cloud,
The sizzle of the fire no longer heard aloud.
But how can we tell, how can we be sure
If there’s a little more left for us to endure?
Don’t want to make the wrong choice,
No re-dos of the opinion to voice.
The air seems strangely empty though, my friend.
Good things come to an end.
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