Well, you told me you were sorry, when I needed your advice

And I was too confused to see the meaning

Like Peter, you disowned me with a voice as cold as ice

And before the fire died and they were leaving



I'm a means to an end and everybody's friend

To a richman, poorman, beggar man or thief

From my heart I send a messenger to bend

And take your mind from agony and grief



Oh, sweet silence without kings and queens

No one here has ever reached your centre

Better to be quiet than to speak without a thought

Or you may lose the meaning of your venture



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