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[ninth_symphony]

I never take it as a good sign
when death greets me on my doorstep
First thing in the morning
Or when fortunes tumble from my hair
be aware, be aware, be aware
Or when the conversations escape their confines
They travel from my lips
to your ears in perpetually parallel lines
I watch them on their march, so triumphant and proud
to have breathed life
and been heard outloud.

So I'm going on a trip now.
I'll probably be back though.
But I'll miss you when I'm gone.
So long!!!!