Come one, come all; all eyes and ears, come hither; come to me:
The man on stage who shouts and sings as if he could prove something.
A falling leaf sat upon my neck, and whispered in my ear,
"Dying is half the fun of living, if the living's not in fear.
You can sing your days away, but they may never quite get why,
It is most sensible to smile and cry
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