Fin De Partie
Fin de Partie. End of party.
Fin. The end. The end.
Littered streets, for it was hearty;
First rapture to dead-end.
You were the first, the last, Cherie-
The drumbeat of my heart.
Now the sun's like a cherry,
And shadows will soon start!
Fin de partie. Now the party's done;
And fervor and joys just past.
The fun we had-second to none!
All knew it could not last.
Fin de partie. And the end of a dream-
Spilled wine glasses tell wild tales!
Colored lights still glitter and gleam,
Somehow sad when reason prevails.
Fin. Fin. The rare end, mon ami;
A rosy era has just died.
And never again are we carefree,
And no more starry-eyed.
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