Gregory Pettigrew (etherial) wrote,
Gregory Pettigrew

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The choice was mine and mine completely.
I could have any prize that I desired.
I could burn with the splendor of the brightest fire,
Or else, or else I could choose time.
Remember, I was very young then,
And a year was forever and a day,
So what use could fifty, sixty, seventy be?
I saw the lights and I was on my way.

And how I lived! How they shone!
But how soon the lights were gone!

The choice was yours and no one else's.
You can cry for a body in despair;
Hang your head because she is no longer there
To shine, to dazzle, or betray.
How she lived, how she shone,
But how soon the lights were gone.

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