The End Of The Game

1960's




As I lay in my bed
I remember what you said
About love... about life...
About making me your wife.

And I cry, for I know
You will go from my side.
And I'll cry when you're gone
For the spell will come undone.

I've never known where it is
This love... or how it lives.
Such is life. We still live.
Being loved is how we give.

And now you will be free
From me, and what I am.
Just a toy... without a name
Making love a happy game.

So I lay in my bed
And think of what you said.
Such is life ! We still live !
There is so much left to give.
Being loved is how we give.

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It's all over and done with
Although you love me still
I never felt a thing for you
And doubt I ever will.

But now you will be free
From me and what I am.
Such a toy... I have no name...
Making love a happy game.

Yet, you know where it is
This love... and how it lives.
Such is life. We still live.
Being loved is how we give.




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