Not a shirt on my back, the song runs
It's like a cruelly worded pun
Now that I'm out of sight.
You had said it's not the end
Said we'd meet again
Said this was not what we began for
Said our road would run on longer.
I believed in your poetry
Had no doubts about sincerity
Till you showed me that out of sight was truly
A mark less to tally...
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