The Grand Hotel

Will you think of me at The Grand Hotel?

A room paid in full— with a handsome tip,

Deftly slipped into the hands of the valet.

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Will you take the time to wait for me,

Just around the final, aching turn?

A face burnt by a long day’s sun.

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And could they pour me a drink,

To cool my temples with the condensation,

While conversation reigns over lonely quiet?

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Please put me in the highest room,

So we can chase the sunset in the lift

And watch it, as we slowly drift beyond the mountain top.

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There’s a life beyond the window panes,

But save an extra, unloved key,

For a heart, set free in The Grand Hotel.