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My Dear Bibliophile,
You are always on my mind but recently I have seen your dark demented thoughts. I see your hatred and how unkind you really are, so I sing to you one last time.
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The winter days pass me by
For months all I have done was cry
Lonely and afraid to say
How I miss you everyday
I left my heart ajar
And you have gone way to far
Away from happiness, cheer and bliss
I do not long for your hug or kiss
I have no choice but to carry on
And leave you with just this song
Goodbye my love, this is the end
Cultured, enlightened to a sweetened mend
Much Love Much Life