She is too old to care Why not just leave her there? We'll se her once a week If we have the time, we'll speak This is the sunset of your life
The old ones like to claw and clutch Be careful not to offer much They understand the fist and crutch Their skin like leather to the touch This is the sunset of your life
The empty mile The frozen face The drooling child Humiliates
If I were you I think I'd die Here in the sunset of my life
The long and lonely night Has just begun This withered witch cannot be you
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