Or comfort in other ways
I play a song
Over the course of time
I've heard many
Then I heard the music
In your laugh
And the orchestra in your eyes
I knew I would love to dance with you
As the world around us burned
For a while it seemed
I could come out of my shell
That the bridge over troubled water
Had arrived
But we never got that far
Because one day you were there
And the next day you weren't
I see the ghosts of what could have been
Your face hidden behind a mask
Our friends talk of Michelangelo
While we discuss Van Gogh
I thought I'd finally be able
To leave the darkness behind
But of late
The darkness has come
The drugs don't work
The self harm is just scars
And the music has stopped
The Bilge Master
Lovely! But Miss American Pie ensured that the Music would never die.
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