A flicker of light goes out, a sudden loss of sight
It’s the end of the dance,
Memories once known have passed
at last a worried mind is now at rest
It wasn’t spoken, yet I knew you were the best
A tale to tell although a tale to few
A story of mental torture, drink and spew
Goodbye my friend, away to the stars
not much luck but you’ve not gone far.
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