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.
