Even if Orpheus had been successful
It might have been too early to save his love
Maybe only parting could rescue them both
After all he had his music to heal
And she her nursing of the dead
Thousands arriving every night and day
How else would we have the false memory
Of all their long letters back and forth
When he let go of her he had to decide
How much of him was left
She would have wanted to go on
Or did she push his hands away
At the last moment hearing the cries
Of a deeper woman giving birth inside
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