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The last to leave

Our story’s come to its end,
The lights of love are low,
We can no more pretend
It’s not time for us to go,

But I’ll be the last to leave.

Your face is still as stone,
Your eyes have lost their glow,
You’re alone and I’m alone,
That’s a truth we’ve come to know.

There’s no more for us to say
That hasn’t already been said,
Anything else will just delay
The moment we’ve always dread.

So let’s take a long last look
Deep into each other’s eyes
And then we close our story’s book
And say our last good-byes

And I’ll watch you walk away
And you’ll leave me here to grieve,
Don’t stop, don’t turn, don’t stay,
‘Cause I’ll be the last to leave,

‘Cause I’ll be the last to leave.

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