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Watch the colors consecrate the sky
Like watercolors not allowed to dry
Crimson into indigo
A blush of pink at dawn
Going, going, gone
Going, going, gone
I remember seeking refuge from some storm
Believing love lay with my lover's form
My arms reached for assurances
As if I could hold on
Going, going, gone
Going, going, gone
Like a kaleidoscope
The patterns change; they rise and fall
We can cling to the shape of things
Or find the hand that turns it all
When she died I tried, but I could not find
A trace of her in the body left behind
She danced awhile, and then the life
That lived her was withdrawn
Going, going, gone
Going, going, gone
Can you bear, can you bear
the beauty with the pain? -
And face the truth, bittersweet,
that nothing will remain
Nothing but pure consciousness
Before, beneath, beyond
The going, going, gone
The going, going gone
Like a kaleidoscope
The colors shift and rearrange
We can cling to the shape of things
Or finally ask, what does not change
So I must serve the eternal flame that burns
From which we came, to which all of this returns
On the altar of the infinite
I lay my life, my song
Going, going, gone
Going, going, gone
Going, going
Going, going...