I am...
The dark side of your harvest moon;
The song of love that's sung too soon,
Although it's sung for you.
The last bus home, that you've just missed;
The fading dream when lovers kissed,
For love can be untrue.
The wind that whistles in the wires;
The smoke that rises from the fires
To vanish in the air.
The letter, read, then thrown away;
The stone, unturned beside the way.
But life is rarely fair.
The hill to climb, that's much too steep;
The waters — still, but far too deep;
The gambit you declined.
The captive bird that you set free;
The driftwood on the open sea.
Yes, fate can be unkind.
All of this I am, and more;
The nearly man outside your door
I am... I am... I am!
-RH-
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