Last, was what it all became.
Be, was something it just happened to seem,
Gone, are the days, the good old days
Come, does time with some too merry.
Seem, to me that is what I do
Go on a road that seems so long,
Where, I go I seem not to know…
Look, for what I want oh so more…
Purpose, I have found, in my way
Stretch out to see, you and me,
Never before long, have I known this will end,
So go, that’s my way, till that day…
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