People come and people go,
but now it's people that I know.
Dying off at record pace,
reality that's tough to face.
Wonder when it'll be my turn,
the time and place I cannot spurn.
Hope I leave with grace and class,
and someone's left to mow my grass.
but now it's people that I know.
Dying off at record pace,
reality that's tough to face.
Wonder when it'll be my turn,
the time and place I cannot spurn.
Hope I leave with grace and class,
and someone's left to mow my grass.
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