Game of Chess: Part VI
For Those Dark Eyes and Zafraan Face
This night is ending too quickly
Soon the cockerel will welcome the dawn
There’s a terribly thick mist outside
The dew will vanish with the morn
Friends and lovers
They come and go as they please
Margaux, Valdipieso and Sauvignon
Are the only ones that seem to ease
The night is ending
A new day will begin soon
The empty glass sits and wonders
Will there ever be another wine-stained moon?
Asrar—get up, a new days has just come
Forget the flowers, not one was your friend
Remember, the Sheraab never lied
For only the Reds have been with you to the end
-- Somewhere, sometime in England
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