The End of a Page
And now it seems strange
But yesterday you were mine
And tomorrow you’ll be gone
But I know you’ll be fineIts not the end of my book
Just the end of a page
I gave to the world
And this is my wage
I’ll turn it over
And to the top I’ll go
I’ll read on without you
But I’ll read on slowI fell from the top
Of your shiny glass wall
I held on too tight
‘Til it wasn’t me at allIts not the end of my book
Just the end of a page
I gave to the world
And this is my wage
I’ll turn it over
And to the top I’ll go
I’ll read on without you
But I’ll read on slowI eat bread with olives
And drink wine now and then
As the sun sinks on the terrace
I remember you back whenIts not the end of my book
Just the end of a page
I gave to the world
And this is my wage
I’ll turn it over
And to the top I’ll go
I’ll read on without you
But I’ll read on slow
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