good bye, good riddance.
'tis good to be free.
our tear-logged baggage of mem'ries, i toss to the sea.
past is done; what's done is gone, we're strangers to each other, you and me.
look far and yonder, another, you may yet see.
deign, deign, for the joy with him you'd share. thanks, but no thanks,
i won't fucking care.
but should you desire,
for a re-run with me,
care to look around the corner, perhaps i may be sitting, waiting for you.
let's just wait and see.
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