Come, let us retire. We will not pass this way again. The moon, as our guide, Will show us the path to home. Through the rain we will sing ourselves to sleep, A gentle song about love and life eternal. Let us rest our heads on the cold hard earth And clutch each other's hands as we smile. Through the rain, we will smile at the beauty of the sky. This beauty some some god has granted us Through no fault of his own. Come, let us sleep the sleep of ages everlasting. Let us rest our heads on the cold hard marble And clutch each other's hands As we sing the earth to sleep. We will not pass this way again.
How did this get no responses yet? This is beautiful! The subtle repetition is excellent, and I love the line "we sill not pass this way again," though I'm not sure why. Just sounds right.
