"Come in, I've been expecting you
There's a knock on the door and love walks through
And lights a fire and smiles a smile
As if love were going to stay a while
And the fire breathes and weaves its spell
But then love runs out of lies to tell
For love is restless, love's a flirt
Love has places to go and people to hurt
So here's the shovel to smother the flame
Tomorrow you'll barely remember my name
And I'll try to forget you, my dearest one
As a prisoner tries to forget the sun
For life holds no purpose, and love holds no charms
Since I beheld you in another's arms."
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