the life i didn't live
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the "joker” sang his song for me
just softly, like an autumn breeze
my heart sang back, once it had heard
the love he wrote as every word
before he caught my eyes, aflamed
he turned away from me, ashamed
my heart opened too slow ... too late
my hero turned back toward the gate
and with his heart, he slammed that door ...
yet, henceforth now ... and evermore
my heart will hear no other things
but my “joker” as he sits and sings