A Ballad of Bitter champagne

The chimes strike midnight, fireworks light the sky,
I know this night was meant for me, for you and I…
The New Year comes — maybe the Year of the Horse,
Or maybe pink frog, but let the nasty Pig run its course.

You didn
s s
come to my birthday, you weren
s s
there,
For New Year s Eve I had a surprise to share.
I warmed it with my heart, I hoped and dreamed,
Wild rice and home-roasted duck, just as it seemed.

Don
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apologize, don
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say a word,
I ll find someone who loves me, mark my word.
Don
s s
try to catch me on the street, don
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even try,
I ve got a clove of garlic in my mouth — don
s s
ask why.

You didn
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come, you didn
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come, you see,
Now I won
s s
open my soul s door, not for thee.
At night, alone in my warm bath I ll lie,
And champagne bubbles will sing a lullaby.

On the windowsill, a bottle of sparkling water waits,
In its fizz you could have found our happy fates.
To quench the fire of a summer night, or early morn,
To cool the passion that should have been reborn.

I saw us walking in the park, so clear,
Feeding the squirrels by the pine, drawing near.
I thought: "Someday we ll wake up, you and me,
To the sound of spring drops, wild and free."

You didn
s s
come — no drama, just a sigh,
But now my heart is locked, my dear, goodbye.
The bubbles in my Dom P;rignon will sing,
Of all the love we could have had — everything.