Chant LVII: Dulcinea

And the story ends.

Stabbed in the back...know you didn't want to, but you did...it's cold out here, now I understand you...

This wasn't suppossed to happen this way!

...I guess...

La vida es sueño, y los sueños sueños son. Fue bonito mientras duró. Clichés del género.

Y aun así...it does hurt still!

Freezing, yeah, it's freezing...

Don't lose touch. You gotta' believe. You got it. You got it. You need it.
Don't forget the way it feels. You got it. You got it. Believe it.
Come on now. Don't say, "Sorry." Hold your ground. You got it. You need it.
Hold your head up for the time of your life. You gotta' believe it.
Words hurt. Truth heals. Sometimes both kill.

We can wish that everything was easy, counting all the ways that life's not fair.
Or say, "I'm not going down that easy. I'm not gonna' fall cause you're not here."

(Don't look back and don't be afraid. You got it. You got it. You need it).

We have seen it all. We've been through it all together.
We've been through the fire, and you gain your strength from me.
We have seen it fall. We painted the town red together.
We're still standing tall as I gain my strength from you.

There's beauty everywhere. There's beauty everywhere.

...

And I will always remember,all those hugs I never gave you, all those moments we never had.

Hello, mirror, so glad to see you my friend, it's been a while...

I hope...I hope he'll love you as I did...I do? Not the same way, not from now...or at least for a time...tell him, tell him what he's got in his hands...the treasure I longed for...

The wounds  of life, they will remain.

I feel so empty. Empty vessel, empty veins, empty bottle wish for rain...

..that pain again...

At least...

...at least I found a friend. Forever.

Adiós, Dulcinea.

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