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The Last Farewell
A route a way to speak your mind
Without seeming a bit unkind
An accruing magic, strong behold
Mellifluous voices become uncontrolled
Verses and phrases all equivocatingly said
Circle and pace inside ones head
Eyes travel the pages that have been shred
The mystery, quiet cunning but needs to be solved
Midnight comes, yet still involved
Seeing the words hearing the laughter
Difficult to keep the faith thereafter
There is one thing left to do
Filling out the last IOU
Sitting fancy, praying hard
Strolling down to the lost graveyard.
Much Love Much Life