4.Even Heroes Have To Die
Well! Didn't you look sharp with your boots when you met me on
the path？ Oh,
From two-tone to downtown Beirut, but only half-way back, oh,
Stealing bits of wisdom from the shelf,
Turned prisons into prisms on the self, oh, oh!
And what do they know about the springtime of me and you, oh,
Born in the midst of the long hot summer we lived through？ Oh,
Did they see you run for every rhyme？
Did we run for running out of time？ Oh, oh!
When even heroes have to die？
No one lives forever, Love,
No one's wise to try,
Adding our own wisdom to the shelf
And stealing bits of paper, we had health, oh, oh!
But working away, did we miss the passing of the time？ Oh,
In your own flame you can with, though your passions still
outshine, oh,
And did you read the writing on the wall
Prophesying a doom upon us all？ Oh, oh!
That even heroes have to die？
No one lives forever, Love,
No one's wise to try,
But hidden in the writing on the wall--
Many are the beauties of the fall.
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