Saturday, October 18, 2008

The End

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The End
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This is the pond in the botanical garden at Beechwood Cemetery. Unfortunately I got there too late to do much of anything with the reflections; I got off to an awfully late start this morning after what has to have been one of the worst nights in my life. At 4:00 a.m. I was still up and typing away, writing a letter I'll probably never send.
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes... again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need... of some... stranger's hand
In a... desperate land

Lost in a Roman... wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

[...]

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end

- The Doors

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