In the old lonely ice-encrusted park Two figures passed by in the embracing dark. Their lips were soft but their cold eyes were dead And silence hardly heard the words they said. In the old lonely ice-encrusted park Two ghosts relived their past with its lost spark. #VALUE! #VALUE! - "When you hear my name called, does your heart glow? - Do you still dream of me with love?" "No." - "Oh! those bright days of rushing ecstasy, - Where kisses joined in rapture!" "Well, maybe." #VALUE! #VALUE! So both passed on and went their lonely way, And only night heard what they say |