Goodbyes are our sour song,
the pains are real,
the seats are empty
Adieu to the people who are gone,
yepa! To the ones not yet born.
The mind dribbles to accepting the absentee will never make it to the scene.
So it was my dear friends,
I woke up to the quavering fact that she’s gone.
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