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some say the world will end in fire,
some say ice.
from what i've tasted of desire
i hold with those who favour fire.
but if i had to perish twice
i know enough of hate
to say that for destruction, ice
is also great
and would suffice.

These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume.




Come, my darling, take my hand,‎
Journey down this path with me;‎
Let’s return to yesterday’s land.‎

Come feel the grainy summer sand,‎
The relieving shade of this oak tree.‎
Come, my darling, take my hand.‎

Hidden from the world we stand
Gazing over an opal sea;‎
Let’s return to yesterday’s land.

‎ Whispered words, soft demands,‎
Fingers entwined with no space between.
‎ Come, my darling, take my hand.‎

To a silent tune, the light in your eyes dance,
‎ ‎‘I can hear your heartbeat,’ you say to me.‎
Let’s return to yesterday’s land.

Rain or shine, by your side I’ll stand,
‎ Though this may not appear to be.‎
Come, my darling, take my hand,‎
Let’s return to yesterday’s land.‎