Slowly, gently,
Drifting, falling.
Shouting, begging,
Frantic calling.
Whisper, whisper,
From far away.
You leave this world,
And still, I stay.
My friend, my friend,
How can you be,
A right and proper,
Friend to me,
If constantly,
Near once a day,
This silly little
Game you play?
The one where you
Simply drift away.
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