Oh well, the unexpected hell
of losing you to something
Like you not being you, no more
You say, hey it's just my parade
my purere of use to be and look out now
How proud you sound
What confidence you've found
in the life of living wholly above ground
or above board, or whatever passes for fair
these days.
Well then here's to you
in All your new
and may you be blessed
here and forever
where ever your shadow
should find you
I just wished
that the old you
had said
goodbye
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