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Memory Motel - Fourth Floor

I am not a child, though you see me as you've always seen me,
you've never seen the changes in a heart grown old and wise,
but it's good to see you still,
have another wine to toast the madness,
and I'll howl out at the moon on my way home alone.
Do you still want to know?
Where does the love go when it dies?
Well, I want you to know that love never dies,
it is sheltered here very safe inside
and it's left you with a friend out in the madness.
---Nanci Griffith

A room with a view

Go to the fifth floor of the Memory Motel