What it meant to me
will eventually be just a memory,
of a time so far and long ago
about to give a death-blow
ending in blood stained decor,
you wouldn't even recognize me anymore
not dashing,
a little more smashing.
Everything it meant to me
will eventually be just a memory,
Adieu, adieu for evermore
for this there will be an uproar
but then no more
if so, we will escape foreshore.
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