might the strings swell againnsound then sadly descendnfor to lend due respect nthis regrettable endnnfor i slept with the best nas ive wept with the restnever blessed with this sense nsome swift end might be metnncould those strings swell againnlest mine eyes well insteadnfor to lend bated breath nless this life that ive leftnnyet our song soldiers onnpostscript first fell to fawnnwhere each chord correspondsnwhom to all ive done wrongnnchest drawn of breathnthroat red as fresh stretched post-fuck fleshnwed both sooner forgetnand yet strange successions remindnflush with desperate declinencertain prides thus obliged nive resigned to this lifennrife with primes passed behindnstrains of wrasp wearied rhymenand no time to surmise all my wherefores and whysnthough i suppose should it help to knownim oh so glad to gonwhat with woe-soaked underclothesnand were that this the final phrase cast from these lovely lipsni pray remember thisnremember thisnnwhat once was wed with ones pastnthough now no strings attachednfor the lust or its lack just cant help coming backnwell past reprieve weve reached each creasednof ceaseless griefs weve seennsave this one brief relief