All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die; And youth, that's now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by.
Conrad Aiken
Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.
I love you, what star do you live on?
Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.
