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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