Dust - Dorothy Ashby

There was the Door to which I found no Key

There was the Veil through which I could not see

Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee

There was -- and then no more of Me and Thee

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend

Before we too into the Dust descend

Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie

Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer and, sans Goodbye!

Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie

Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer and, sans Goodbye!

Sans Goodbye, sans Goodbye!