It is always best
To be quite honest
Rather than pretend
It is not the end
Better draw the line
It isn't too much wine
That is an old excuse
For careless words we use
But things are now so obvious
Though you try to refuse
To face the reality
That we're not meant to be
Goodbye may not sound good
It's the only thing we could
Think of for the moment
Say with disappointment
And for the last time we tell
All the best to you, farewell!
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