The Hanover

This place was very different once. 
The brightly lit playbill -- 
They fell at an early winter show  
The day the earth stood still 

They promised, soon, to always love, 
A thing they did past dying; 
And when she went long after him, 
We stood here, one day, crying 

How much that crumbles once was gold,  
How memories can fool us; 
But love is the only tyrant left 
Who's really fit 

To rule us