.Well I don't think of you at all
Not since that wet day on the hill
There'sâ
plentyâ
here to warmâ
my soul
So I don't think ofâ
you at all
And I don't worry about the end
Death comes to all of us, my friend
And I wet my lips and practice press
And I laugh.
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