Here I say good bye
To the memories made and tears shed
Here I promise not to cry
At things undone or people dead
For life is an oblivion game
Goes on and on
And for everyone it is not the same
Will make you cry tears of joy
Or remind you about things you destroyed
So I may come again
With issues beyond my ken
Will take pleasure in making them alive
Cause they only make me survive
This world so harsh
Filled with damp marsh
This world so kind
That makes me bind
But I have to say good bye my friend
The bird has to fly
This has to come to an end
The bird needs to reach high.
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